My Petite China Doll

Anita was her name; I got to know her in one of those
seedy karaoke clubs, when I was assigned to work in
Guangzhou by my company as the project manager for the
extension of our plant there.

After looking at the new plant’s building drawings for
about a week or so, my mind went blank and I had a hard
time concentrating on work any further because I could
not have my normal sexual relief like I used to get
from my girlfriends at least twice a week back home in
New York. I am well hung, 9 inches when fully erected,
and I serve good sex to my girls.

I have come to recognize, after 20 years of hardcore
sex life, that a big stiff cock can turn bitches into
lambs. Thus, I had a good flock around me and as the
shepherd I look after them pretty well. My girls all
know that I am not the marrying type and I was only
good to have sex with because I cannot be satisfied
with one single partner in bed and in life. Some of my
girls actually got to know each other pretty well
through my introduction and on odd occasions they would
join me in bed in pairs.

Like all good shepherds, I look after my body well and
keep my body and prick in tip-top shape. I don’t smoke,
drink (except water and pussy juice) nor do drugs, but
I love fucking after a good long day’s work and I
insist that I never pay for sex.

It’s not that I had not tried prostitutes before but my
logic is whoever goes to bed with me, I ensure that she
will receives my best attention, concentration,
ejaculation and relaxation, with these four “tions” I
keep them in good health body and soul, I don’t see why
I should be paying for sex. The above, sums up my
personality, my lifestyle and hobby – a nice hard
working, hard fucking healthy man in his late 30’s.

Now, you will understand why a week without sex becomes
really unbearable for a guy like me, so when my co-
workers suggested that we went to a karaoke bar for a
night out, I was more than enthusiastic to agree to
such proposal to see if I could add another lamb to my
flock. I sat there drinking water singing with a bunch
of karaoke girls and my colleagues.

These girls looked gorgeous with their tight night
gowns on, which either emphasized their boobs, their
smooth white thighs or whichever sexy parts of their
slim petite bodies that they think best attracted
attention of their clients. I was told that they were
from other poor inland provinces of China and that they
were not pay well for singing with clients. Their main
income came from having sex with their clients, who
wants to take them out after closing time. I came to
realize that this was against my rules as I always
insisted that I never paid for sex.

After a few rather incoherent English pop songs sung by
everyone in turns, the lights in the private room are
tuned down by the head-waitress and Tomi, the girl
assigned to be my singing partner for the night started
to act cuddly liked a tame cat lying on my chest and to
further arouse my sex appetite for taking her out later
on, her hands started to roam up and down my chest and
thighs, giving me small messages here and there.

Eventually, she got rather worked up as well, as she
started to breathe heavier her breasts started to heave
up and down as if they would finally burst over the top
rim of her tight gown. For a girl of her size, only
about 5’ 2”, she had a rather nice set of equipment,
34”D, and I could feel one of her hardened nipple
starting to poke into my side. Her right hand started
to rest on top of my dick rubbing it length up and down
casually, but when it grew to its full size.

She sat up, covered her mouth and stared at my crotch
in amazement, and then she started to tell the other
guys and girls in the same room about my size in
Chinese, a language which I know nothing except a few
greeting words. They all burst into laughter, my girl
left me to go to the washroom giggling and as my eyes
started to get irritated by cigarette smoke, I went out
to the dancing floor for some fresh air.

This was my first encounter with my China doll, Anita.
She was singing and dancing vigorously on stage. She
was only 5’ 1’’, but with her high heels on, her legs
looked endless in hot white hot pants. On top, she had
on a pink tube top and her bouncing tits were
delightful to look at. Her long straight dark hair went
all the way down to her waist like a smooth waterfall.

Her eyes were bright and dreamy, small delicate pouting
mouth and a small cute straight nose. I stood there in
awe watching this perfect dream girl perform, she was
singing some kind of Chinese rock and roll song and
holding the wireless microphone with both her hands as
if she was licking and sucking a penis instead of
singing at it.

My dick began to harden as she went on and I began to
imagine it was my penis she was holding instead of the
microphone. As it was a rather small dance floor, she
quickly noticed a 6’ 3” man standing there staring at
her intensely savoring all her nice round curves and
stripping her with my eyes.

She glanced at me discreetly from time to time and on
certain fleeting moments winked and nodded at me. I
return her attention raising my left eyebrow and a
smile. The next song and her last song for the night
was Celine Dion’s “My heart will go on” and I knew she
picked the song for me. Her accent was not accurate,
but from her facial expression one could tell that she
was deeply emotional and her mind was far from the
madding crowd off-stage.

When she finished her song, she came straight to me and
asked, “How was my last song? Does it make sense to
you?”

“Hay, you speak very good English!” I answered,
surprised by her question in English, but mostly
because of her direct approach.

“I am Anita… first time I see you here. Are you here
on business?” She asked smilingly.

“Well, yes… I am here on business. You can call me
Alan.” I introduced myself as my eyes began to wander
from her eyes to her breasts, which was still heaving
up and down from the vigorous performance on stage.

“If you like what you see… come here more often… I
am here every night, but I must dash now to my next
stage. See you around!” She said, noticing where my
eyes had landed.

I like the innuendo and as she turned to leave, I
grabbed her by her arm and asked, “How can I contact
you?”

“Give me your mobile number, I will call you instead.”
She said.

I gave her my number, she waved goodbye to me and left.
I looked longingly at her nice tight ass as she walked
away and wondered what treasure I might find beneath
those hot pants.

It turned out to be quite an uneventful night. As I
returned back to our private room, my girl had left and
had obviously found another target customer for the
night in another room. My colleagues told me jokingly
that Tomi was afraid that my prick was too big for her
and it was not worth splitting her ass for
accommodating a monster like mine. So, my size, which I
always thought was an advantage, had turned against me.
To release my sexual tension, I resorted to masturbate
myself to sleep that night and every night of next
week, thinking of those lovely curves of Anita’s,
imagining that she had a right size cunt to fit my
prick.

Two weeks had passed without a single call from Anita,
and my cunt starved prick was driving me mad. I became
very edgy and would lose my temper over relatively
minor matters. My co-workers started to avoid me unless
it was absolutely necessary. I became rather homesick
and I wished that some disaster would stop the project,
so that I could go back to my flock. Still the days
toil on, until one Saturday morning when Anita rang me.

“Hi, handsome, I am Anita, remember me? The singer at
the club.” She said. I was overjoyed to hear her voice
and I can feel that my prick is listening to the phone
call as well as it started to rise up in my pants.

“Of course, how can one forget a pretty face like
yours.” I answered, holding my mobile phone in one hand
and playing with my cock with the other.

“I haven’t seen you in the club since the night we met.
What’s up? I thought you like what you see.” She said.
So, the lamb liked my grass, it was stupid to assume
that all Chinese women had vaginas of the same size.

“I don’t know how to get to the club since I can’t talk
in Chinese, further we have been very busy on the
project. Saturday is our day off, are you free today?
Do you have to work tonight?” I asked, hoping to date
her.

“That’s why I am calling you. Would you like to take a
trip to Zhuhai with me? It is a seaside city and there
are quite a few tourist attractions, which might
interest you.” She said.

I accepted the invitation with greed and we had a
really enjoyable day there. Anita took me to quite a
few tourist sites; I took a lot of photographs of her
with my digital camera, as her one piece purple skin
tight skirt showed off all her assets. We had a long
stroll along the beach and as it was quite a breezy day
she held on to my arm tightly as we walked along
enjoying the view and the fresh air. She was bright and
witty, we chatted about our different home town, the
difference in culture etc.

By the time, we decided to return to Guangzhou after
wining and dinning, it was almost nine in the evening.
We took a half full coach back taking the last back row
seats so that Anita could have a nap in my lap. She was
relax and so sweet in her dreams, I was pretty tired
myself after such a blissful day and I dozed off
quickly soothing Anita’s long dark hair.

I would have slept all the way back to Guangzhou but
for the nibbling I could feel on my penis. I rubbed my
eyes and to my surprise there was Anita kneeling
between my thighs with my half erected prick in her
hands licking it like a cat drinking milk. My trousers
were unbuttoned and my loose boxers were moved down
exposing my apple size balls. I always wore boxers
since I had rather big equipment between my thighs and
boxers would not prevent b***d circulation.

Holding my shaft, she started to hit my prick on to her
soft wet tongue. The stimulation woke me up completely
as my shaft grew to its full 8” size. Her half opened,
moist, red pouting lips started to slide up and down my
full length from head to base and back up continuously.
Then she started to suck on my pumped up cock head.

My cock head was at least 6” in circumference and with
a small mouth liked her, I did not know how she managed
it to keep one third of my shaft in her mouth. Her
mouth was air tight on my shaft and there were not even
a single slurp to be heard. I guessed she was keeping
herself so quiet that no other passengers would notice
I was being sucked off. Her head started to bob up and
down faster as the momentum built up and she was
breathing heavier.

By now, she knew that I had to be fully awakened and
she looked up longingly at me with a mischievous
sparkle in her eyes. I lifted her head up and kissed
her passionately as her tongue entered mine for the
first time and I gently sucked her tongue, while her
smooth soft hand grabbed my cock jacking it at a steady
pace.

As my prick began to twitch and shudder, she knew that
my crisis was pretty near, she loosen her grip and she
went down to my balls and started to message them with
her mouth and tongue, she would suck half my ball in
and tantalized it with her tongue and she made sure
that both my nuts received the same amount of attention
and service.

I arched back and grunted my satisfaction, but no one
seemed to notice me since almost everyone were either
asleep or snoring softly. I exploded like a volcano,
rope after rope of cum, which must have penned up in my
testicles for weeks came rushing out of my steel bar.

My first rope shot straight on to Anita’s face, but she
captured and swallowed all the rest in her mouth
without a drop wasted. She only let go when my
throbbing died down completely, resting her head
sideway on my lap staring at my straight pointing pole.

“Now, my other mouth had to be fed. I want you to
return my favor now! I am all wet and juicy down
there.” She whispered.

“Just how do you think we can do that now? Am I not to
big for you?” I whispered back hoping not to draw
anyone’s attention to our situation.

“You just sit still, I have it all figured out. I
haven’t seen one so big as your, but when there is a
wish there is a way. Do as you are told, I will call
the shots here and you just have to concentrate on
fucking and filling up my cunt with care.” I was
surprised and aroused by her use of dirty words and my
cock sprung back to life knowing that it still had a
duty to perform.

Anita took her damp panties off and stuffed it in my
trousers’ pocket. There was a whiff musky cunt juicy
fragrance. Her sexy odor made me thirty and I longed to
tongue fuck her wet to savor her nectar, but in my
present position all I could do was to swallow my
saliva as it welled up from my side of my tongue. She
turned round and rode on my cock with her back lying
flat on my chest. Her wet hot cunt was sitting right on
the base of my pole so that it was bended forward
pointing at the back of the seat in front of us. She
was kneeling with her ass on my abdomen and knees right
beside my thighs, with her hands gripping the headrest
of the empty seat in front, she started to slide her
cunt along the length of my shaft which would rather be
pointing at the roof of the coach.

“Now, get you hands on my boobs and squeeze them hard
for me, love, as I prepare my cunt to cook your big fat
cock… Ahhhhh, your are getting me so wet… ” She
murmured as she kept sliding back and forth.

I took the order and my hands found my way to her
globes underneath her hiked up one piece spandex skirt
without any hassle. She was wearing a bra that opened
at the front and as I unclipped the clasp, her boobs
sprung into freedom into my two palms. They were not
voluptuous but were quite a handful.

Her nipples were at least three quarters of an inch
long and begging for attention. I squeezed and messaged
them hard and with my thumbs and middle fingers I
pinched and twisted her nipples until she moaned
quietly and sat back momentarily letting me kiss her
neck, which was one of her erogenous spot, as she came
for the first shuddering and her lower lips making
small kisses on my shaft. She secreted so much that my
long hard pole was cloaked in her juice and dripping
down on to the carpet from the tip of my cock.

She straightened up kneeling on the seat, grabbed my
slippery cock and guided it to her entrance and my god;
it was tight as I saw my cock head slowly disappearing
into her dripping hot cunt. My hands were now squeezing
her nice round ass, and my deep message somehow served
to loosen up her ass muscle and she slowly inched down
on my prick. Six inches of my meaty prick had gone in
and I could feel it had reached the hilt. She leaned
back turning her head in search of my kisses. I stuck
out my tongue and she sucked on it as if she had a
second cock in her mouth.

“You are so brave, baby!” I encouraged her.

“I am your private Chinese doll… you like my juicy
cunt, don’t you? I am so full with your cock… frig my
clit… Oh! It is so fucking big, but I have to conquer
this stallion.” She started to ride slowly up and down
like a small girl on a carousel as I rubbed her
clitoris to her next climax. She came quietly but
intensively as I brought some of her own cunt juice
into her mouth with my fingers.

She sucked and literally bit my fingers to stop her
from crying out loud when she reached her second
ecstasy of joy. Her whole body trembled, cunt
convulsing and she was breathing like an athlete after
a hundred meter dash. I erupted into her tight cunt and
after it subsided I rested my head on her ass as I
showered kisses on her ass cheeks.

She stood up in front of me spreading her legs wide
letting my flaccid cock slid out of her warm cunt and
my cum came dripping in big blobs over my pubic hair
right above my prick. She cleaned and licked my prick
dry and put it back into my boxer. We were both so
exhausted that we slept all the way back to Guangzhou
holding to each other like two lovers.

My China doll called me every time she had her day off
and she could not have enough of me. She secretly told
me that I had stretched her cunt to a size that nothing
smaller would be able to satisfy her appetite anymore.