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4 Sep 2019


I was in Honkers. Hong Kong. The city where everyone lives indoors. Rarely if ever seeing the sun. Yes; believe it. The typical mini-town was a high rise. People lived in an apartment. The kid’s school was in the same building. The parent’s employers and workplace were in the same building. The gym, supermarket, swimming pool, playground, pub, restaurant, were all in the same building. They had to take vitamin D supplements.

I was there on business. My Company had a Joint Venture with a French Chewing Gum Manufacturer and the Chinese Government. They had a brown-field in Shandong Province. I was to complete a bottle-neck flow study of the plant; to advise the Engineering team of any issues. I was travelling with Sam Chan; a Chinese-Canadian General Manager. Sam oversaw the project and welcomed me because he was having difficulty with the Engineering team. The guy in charge of this team was a 68 year old North American. His name was Bernie. I was the grand old age of 26. We were sitting in the Honk Kong HQ board room; having our first briefing session.

Plans, layouts and drawings were spread on the table. I was looking over them with Bernie. “So, you think you’re going to walk in here, with your feet still wet from the tar on the road and tell me what I am doing wrong”? “Don’t know yet Bernie. I have to see the plant first”. To that end, we were to travel to the site the next day. I was to travel with Sam and one of his colleagues; an accountant. Her name was Julia Chan (No relation).

We departed Honkers bright and early; taking a train to the ferry terminal on the mainland at Shenzhen. We had to travel for three hours up the Zhujiang River mouth. A huge estuary that drained several different rivers. Our initial destination was Nansha. From there we were to be driven directly to the plant in Shunde. Julia had a heap of heavy financial documents in folders. We all had to chip in to carry them; on top of our luggage. It was a slog. China reminded me of a huge nest of ants. I had absolutely no idea about Mandarin, nor Cantonese. I had made no effort to learn any of it; as I was only going to be there for 5 days, tops. I was to collect data; then go back to Australia; process it; make my report; then head back to Honkers to present my findings.

We were picked up at Nansha by the Managing Director (Chinese Government) and his driver. He had an official company vehicle; a black sedan, with the Chinese Government flag at the front center of the car. Sam explained to me that the flag indicated to other commuters that the MD had right of passage. In other words, to get the fuck out of the way. We piled in. The MD was in the front with the driver. Us in the back. I am 6 3. My legs were crushed against the seat, with my knees against my chest. The MD spoke good English. “Mr Adrian. Is this your first time in China”? “Yes, sir. It is”. “We are going through a massive construction phase. See that building site over there”? I saw it. “6 months ago, that was a mountain”.

We drove. It wasn't quite country, nor town, nor city. It was a hybrid. Construction everywhere. People everywhere. Pokey little houses everywhere. A quagmire of activity. An hour later, we hit Shunde. It was a 'town' with a population of about 200,000. There was only one bitumen road; and everyone was on it. Devices and contraptions carrying whole families. Bicycles converted to part tractors. Small trucks with a house stitched to the back pan. The driver was sitting on about 80 clicks. It was a two way, two lane road. Whenever a gap appeared in the traffic approaching, he would over-take and floor it; heading directly for the car coming towards him. The car would see the flag and veer away to let him in. It was hairy.

We arrived at the plant. It was a shit hole. We were ushered to a building; up to a mess hall. There was a large round table; set for lunch. Staff were in attendance. Chinese Government Officials and Managers started arriving. We were introduced. Most of them did not speak English. Body language would have to do. We sat down for lunch.

Readers - If any of you that have done business in China, you would almost certainly have experienced what I am about to describe.

Beers were poured all around. There were about a dozen Chinese; with myself, Sam and Julia. "Follow the MD's lead". Sam was on my right. Julia on my left. The MD stood and raised his glass to me. I stood. The MD skulled. I skulled. My glass was promptly re-filled. The guy next to the MD stood and raised his glass. He skulled. I skulled. This went on until all of them had toasted me. 12 glasses of beer. I was already feeling bloated and lethargic. "How strong is this beer"? "Don't worry; it's only 2.2%". Thank Christ for that. We ate the first course. Then the MD got up again. We went around again. I couldn't eat anymore, I was so bloated. Then the rice wine came out. He stood. I waved my hand. "Well done Adrian. You have made a good start". I didn't think so. My gut was bursting.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the plant studying and gathering data. At knock off time, we went to our Hotel. It was a '5 star'. Yeah right! It was a piece of shit. There were ponds of sewer contaminated water everywhere. People were growing vegetables in it. Fuck me; I could nearly see the E-Coli whispering to me. At the check in, a guy and a girl attended us. The girl was very attractive. She looked me up and down and signaled her interest. I smiled at her with my eyes. We had a date for later. That is all it took.

My room was quite large. It had a queen bed and plenty of space. So opposite to Tokyo. I changed for dinner and went down to the restaurant. Sam and Julia were already there, waiting. "What did you think of the plant"? "Needs a lot of work, Sam". "Yes. That is apparent. Did you see any major issues"? "Not yet. I need more time".

We ate a number of courses. They all tasted awesome. I had no idea what they were until afterwards when Sam told me I had eaten horse, dog, cat and snake. I knew about the snake; because visually it was obvious; but not the others. Hmmm. They better had been cooked properly, or I was gonna shit E-Coli parties for a month. I had a few more drinks at the bar, then went to my room. I needed to go over my data and file it correctly.

A knock at the door. I answered. It was her; still in her uniform. She didn't speak English; but her eyes told me all I needed to know. I took her hand and led her in. She was medium height; slim. Lovely boobs. Very attractive. About 40. I opened the complementary champagne from the fridge and poured. We sat on the bed, looking into each other's eyes and holding hands. There wasn't much else we could do; given the language issue. I was dressed only in a robe and naked underneath. Her hand found my leg and moved up my thigh. I let her explore, until she came to my hard on. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. I am 8 inches and thick. Her hand was so small, she struggled to encircle my cock with it. I gave her a searching look which said "Are you OK"? She nodded, smiling. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She was such a free spirit. She refused to let go of my cock.

I stood and got her on her feet. I started undressing her. Blouse first; revealing a black bra. Skirt. Shoes. Black panties. Bra. Boobs. Oh yummm. I took her right nipple into my mouth. Her aurelia was dark and wide. Her nipple responded to my kiss. I felt her other between my right thumb and index finger; bringing her to erect. My cock was starting to leak pre-cum.

I slid her panties off. Wow! No pubic hair. Unusual for an Asian girl. She was perfectly shaven. Her outer labia was already engorged with blood. Or maybe that was her. I could see her clit poking out from her clitoral hood. No. She was very turned on. I sat her on the bed; leant her back; spread her and went down. Oh .... my ... so tasty. Yummmooo. In this position, she had to let go of my cock. I got her arms and hands behind her head. I slid her up the bed. I got my neck tie and tied her hands to the bed head. She did not protest. The look she gave me was not only permission; it was yearning. I focused on her clit. Just my tongue and lips. I made no other contact. Her hips started gyrating. I maintained a consistent momentum; circling her clit with my tongue. Her urethral sponge was filling. This was evident by the expansion and contraction of her entire perineum. A white, milky fluid started leaking from her vagina. I increased the pace. Clear oil started squirting from her urethra. She was straining against her bonds; wanting to get free to hold me. So fucking sexy. I kept up this vigil for 15 minutes or more, until she was sobbing. Sex juices had created a huge wet spot on the bed.

I untied her. She rolled over and went for my cock; pushing me onto my back. It was my turn to get tied up. She got the belt from my robe and tied my legs together and to one of the bed legs; pulling my body tight. I couldn't move. Ha ha. No man arse play for you girl. My cock was so hard, he was hurting to be touched. She knew this. She held the base of my cock with her hands; not touching anything else. Her tongue brushed against the fleshy spot just at the front of my knob. This is often referred to as the male clitoris. Her tongue circled and slid. Clear pre-cum was oozing from the eye. She failed in her discipline and went for the knob; sucking up the pre-cum. Her hands gained proper purchase of the bottom half of my penis. She allowed her mouth to engulf the upper half. I was very close. She knew that too and pulled back, gripping my balls; to stall me. This chick knew what she was doing. She waited a minute. Then re-commenced her sucking and fondling, until my balls constricted into my cock. Again, she stalled. Again she sucked. This was continued, over and over, until it was me sobbing. I was thrusting my hips against the air, wanting her to do something. She grinned and held back. Such a tease. I had met my match.

Instead of finishing me off, she arose and poured herself a champagne; leaving me tied and incapable of moving. She went to her handbag and lit a cigarette; sitting on a chair and watching me in my torture. Her nipples had increased in length. Milky fluid was still leaking from her vagina. I so so wanted to fuck her right then. She knew that too. She stood, turned; bent over and started doing herself with her arse cheeks spread, for me to see everything. With no direct stimulation at all, my balls erupted. I shot sperm all over myself; up my chest; on my face and over the head of the bed. This spurred her into action. She dove onto me and sucked the remaining come from my cock. Too late girl. Your little scheme had back fired.

Not really. Instead of untying me, she made a project of licking the sperm off my body. It was so erotic. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I could smell her. That faint Asian musk; combined with sex smells, sweat and sperm. So delicious. By the time she got to the bed head, her right breast was hanging just above my face. Her nipple was pointing at me. The segway was impossible to ignore. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. My cock had remained hard. The sensitivity had vanished being replaced with renewed blood pressure.

Now she untied me. Now she wanted to be fucked properly. She climbed onto me, directing my hands to her breasts and nipples. She guided my cock to her pussy. It wasn't easy. Even though she was as wet as a shag, entering her still felt like it does when the girl is dry. This feels awesome for the guy. But it is dangerous for the girl, as it can cause swelling and pain. I let her direct. She obviously didn't care about injuring herself. She allowed most of her weight to assist. My cock slowly penetrated. Inch by inch; until I was all the way in. Not balls deep; but as far as she could take. She commenced riding me. At each down stroke, she would rotate her hips, grinding her clit against the upper edge of my cock. Over and over. Not fast; but with purpose. I was enjoying her boobs. Her nipples had grown even longer. My cock felt like it had been dipped into a jar of honey. Her sponge was working again. I could feel her pussy clamping my cock in spasms. She increased the pace and started rubbing her clit in time with her movements. Her back arched. Her orgasms started. Her squirting started. I pinched her nipples harder. Her sounds would have been clearly audible over the entire floor of the hotel. My itch started. I increased my effort to ream a hole into her uterus. All specific feeling down there had blended into an intense pleasure zone. My balls clamped. The burning started and spread throughout my body. My ejaculation was about to start. This was going to be a doozie. I stopped moving. She got the picture and also stopped. We waited. My balls went ballistic. I exploded into her vagina. This made her come and squirt again. I pumped and pumped, until I was spent. She lay on me and cuddled me. "Thank you. That was beautiful". What! That fucking player!

"You, my friend. Are a bitch". "I know. I love it. When I first saw you, I knew you would be a good catch". "Do you fuck all the young foreign men that visit your hotel"? "Usually, yes; if they are willing. Most Chinese guys are too conservative for my needs". "Why don't you relocate"? "This is my home. All my family are here. Other than sex, I am very happy".

For the next 2 days, I worked at the plant; went back to my room and sorted data until after dinner; then fucked my brains out with my new Chinese friend. On obtaining sufficient data, I headed back to Australia. It took me seven weeks to complete my findings and the associated report. As was agreed with my boss, I had to do the analysis in my own time. I had created a model for Sam to use; to assess any future changes; so he didn't need to rely on me any further. Back to Honkers for the final presentation.

A long way to fly for a half hour meeting. But business is business. Bernie and his team were waiting in the boardroom. Sam met me at the door. "Well"? "Yes. There are a few issues". I had a stack of copies of my report. I handed them out. "Just read the exec summary. I will wait to answer questions". They read. I waited. "I fucking told you two lifts weren't enough Bernie. You fucking arsehole". Sam was livid. Bernie was pausing, flicking through the report; looking for errors. He found none. "Look. The bloody warehouse is way too small. You cunt. You were going to use the extra 5 mill on the Beijing project. Am I right"?

Bernie hesitated "OK. Adrian is right. We thought our design would work. But it is now obvious we were wrong".

Another corporate fucking.

THE END.