My Asian Dragon: A BWAM Romance Story (9 page)

Longwei
stared into his lap, and his voice was barely audible. "I was
scared today," he whispered, his voice harsh. "I've never
been scared before."

"Well,
that's to be expected," Joy replied. "They had automatic
guns. Even if you're in your dragon form...."

"Their
guns could not have hurt me," Longwei said, cutting her off.
"You saw how easily I dodged their bullets. Joy, I was scared
because I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."

Longwei's
words shook her deeply. She squeezed his fingers, before sliding into
his lap. It was a tight fit, but the chairs didn't have armrests, so
she was able to straddle him. Placing her fingers under his chin, she
lifted his face to look her in the eyes. "Longwei, I'm not going
anywhere," she said quietly. "I'm right here, right now.
Don't tear yourself apart over what may have happened today. You
saved me, you protected me, and I'm safe. I've spent the past three
hours tossing and turning, needing something and what I realize now
is I need you."

Joy
leaned in and kissed Longwei, thrilled again as his long, nimble
tongue entwined with hers. His hands wrapped around her back, pulling
her into him, stroking up and down her spine, his fingers playing
with the textures of her backbone until she moaned. Pulling back, she
held her arms above her head, letting him pull her tank top off. Her
nipples were already hardening, and she mewled softly as he captured
her right breast in his mouth, sucking and licking on the tender
flesh. She had always had sensitive nipples, and his talented tongue
soon had her seeing stars as Longwei alternated between her breasts,
bringing each to incredible levels of arousal before switching to the
other side. Her pussy was soaked by the time she pushed him back,
falling to her knees in front of him. She laid back for a moment to
pull her boxers off, leaving herself naked in front of him.

Pulling
on the waistband of his trousers, Joy was momentarily frustrated
until she remembered the drawstring tie. Pulling the knot free, she
quickly freed Longwei's cock from his pants, her mouth dropping open
in awe at the sight of him. Last time they had sex, she hadn't had a
chance to truly admire the magnificence of his cock, which was now
illuminated in the warm candlelight. Now, she could see the fine
network of veins under the skin, creating the ridges and texture that
had lit every nerve inside her on fire last time. He was uncut, but
the head was already starting to bulge past the foreskin, and she
could see the slim, almost elegant taper of his tip. Licking her
lips, she wrapped her hand around him, and gasped at the warmth of
it. "Last time, you used your mouth on me," she whispered,
looking him in the eye. "Now it's my turn."

Leaning
forward, Joy licked Longwei's shaft, starting at the base near his
heavy, silky balls before swirling her tongue around the tip. She
kept her eyes on Longwei's the whole time, opening her mouth wide
before sucking and kissing the head of his cock hungrily, and kissing
her way back down the shaft of his cock. "Amazing," Longwei
muttered, his hand stroking her hair. "But you do not have to.
No other woman ever has before."

"And
I am no other woman," Joy replied, licking up his shaft again.
Opening her mouth wide, she sucked him into her mouth, stretching
herself as wide as she could as she worked him into her mouth. She
understood why no other woman could be able to swallow the thickness
of Longwei's cock, it was stretching her jaw even though she only had
half of it in her mouth. She breathed deeply though her nose as she
relaxed, taking more of him in. She could feel her airway being
totally cut off as she felt her nose nestle against the soft hair
surrounding Longwei's penis, and she let herself feel a moment of
triumph before carefully withdrawing, making sure not to scrape his
tender skin with her teeth. Reaching the tip again, she let herself
look Longwei in the eyes again as she started sucking up and down,
taking only half his shaft in her mouth as she bobbed her lips up and
down his cock. With her left hand, she wrapped her fingers around the
lower half of his cock, and her right hand cupped his balls, letting
them roll between her fingers as she sucked him lovingly. When
Longwei's hips started to buck, she took her mouth away, sliding
back. "See? Told you."

"You
are one of a kind," Longwei said.

"Now,
there's a favorite of mine I want you to do to me," Joy said,
turning around and getting on her elbows and knees. "This is my
favorite."

Looking
back over her shoulder, Joy felt a fresh wave of wetness through her
pussy as Longwei slid to his knees behind her. He paused to pull his
t-shirt over his head, before reaching forward with his hand to cup
her pussy. She could feel him pause, as he realized that she had
taken the time since their last time having sex to shave her pussy.
"It's so soft," he whispered, his fingers rubbing over her
flesh. "When did you?"

"Last
night," she moaned, as his index finger brushed against her hard
clit. "I was hoping to do something this weekend, but this is
better."

Longwei
massaged her labia with his fingers for long pleasurable minutes,
until she could feel herself pushing back into his hand, desperate
for more. "Please, take me," she begged. "I need you."

Joy
felt fireworks erupting in her body as Longwei's hands gripped her
waist, and he pushed his cock inside her. He still had to stretch her
slowly, using short slow strokes until she felt his hips nestle
against her ass. He pulled back, until he was just inside her, then
pushed forward faster, his hips slapping against hers as he pistoned
inside her forcefully. She felt her body shake as he pushed in and
out, the angle of his cock rubbing against her g-spot again. She had
never had a lover who could fill her pussy and rub her g-spot so
perfectly with every stroke, his thickness and veiny ridges driving
her wild.

Longwei's
ability to hold out over last time surprised her, but thrilled her at
the same time as he continued to slip in and out of her pussy with
his perfect cock. She felt an orgasm flow over her, causing her to
cry out against her forearm. Longwei held her tightly against him as
she came, starting to pump in and out again once she stopped
quivering. His pace was rapid, urgent and hungry for his own climax,
and she felt her body respond again.

She
had always been multi-orgasmic, but never so close together as
Longwei pounded her strongly. His hands were tight around her waist
as he sped up even more, the tip of his cock brushing against her
g-spot with every thrust, his balls slapping against her clit with
each quaking impact of his hips against her ass. Longwei was grunting
softly, his breath puffing in and out of his nose, when she felt his
strokes become ragged, frantic. "Oh fuuuuck," Joy moaned,
as she felt Longwei climax, his come filling her and triggering her
second climax. She clamped around his twitching cock, squeezing every
drop of his precious seed out of him as she wailed her joy, her eyes
squeezed shut.

When
she finally could open her eyes again, she felt Longwei pull her back
into a strong embrace, his arms holding her tightly to him as he
kissed the back of her neck. "I love you," Longwei
whispered, kissing her again. "That's why I was so scared."

"I
love you too," Joy replied, smiling as Longwei effortlessly
lifted her into the air. He carried her in his arms, shifting her
until he was carrying her like a new bride to his room, where he laid
her on the bed. She stretched out, and felt sleep wash over her as
Longwei laid down next to her, wrapping her again in his arms, his
strength giving her the comfort she needed to finally relax.

Joy
inhaled deeply before remembering the air was thick with tobacco
smoke. Coughing softly, she took a moment to clear her lungs before
centering herself, focusing on the next few minutes. It had been a
long time since she had done any singing in public.

The
initial plan had seemed simple, but now seemed helplessly foolish.
After stripping and searching the Triad bodies, Longwei had discussed
the situation with some of the other village elders, men he trusted
and had known since he was a boy. In a sign of how important Joy was
becoming to him, he included her in all of the meetings, even if she
didn't understand much, if any, of what was being said. Still, he had
filled her in, explaining that while the written note had included
directions on how to get to the village from Shanghai, the men that
had attacked were actually members of a much closer sect of the
Triad, based in the nearby industrial city of Hefei. That they were
armed with automatic weapons was more concerning, because it meant
that the Triads were willing to risk serious governmental reprisal.

The
initial plan was for Longwei to try and go in alone, but Joy had
nixed that. "No offense Longwei, but you're a man, and it will
take you years to gain their trust and penetrate the layers of their
organization to the point of doing anything meaningful."

"So
what do you propose?"

Joy
laughed. "We use a weapon that men worldwide have been weak to
since the beginning of time."

The
conversation had led her here, to this Triad controlled nightclub
deep in the Triad controlled pleasure district of Hefei. She was
standing backstage, dressed in a tight blue velvet dress, her breasts
pushed together to create maximum cleavage, a long slit running
almost all the way to her hip. She was thankful she had some singing
ability, as the waitresses in the club wore even more revealing
clothing, and from what she could see, were groped by the patrons on
an almost regular basis.

Glancing
to her left, she looked into the club's tiny kitchen, where she saw
Longwei studiously washing dishes. He spared her a worried glance,
but smiled, which she dared to return. Officially, their cover story
was they didn't know each other, and just happened to start working
at the club at about the same time. They even kept separate
apartments, dives that were tiny and cramped, but within a block of
each other. It had been this way for the past two weeks.

The
club manager came to the back, chattering at her angrily in the Hefei
dialect. While closer to Mandarin than the village's, she could still
only catch about one word in three he was saying, although she got
the message. It was her time on stage.

Stepping
through the curtain, she thought again how fortunate she was that the
local Triad head favored what Longwei had derisively called a
"rainbow policy" for girls working in his club. With a
fetish for all types of foreign girl, the Boss had hired girls from
most areas of the world for his nightclub act and as waitresses.
Those who could sing, like the blonde Russian before her and the
petite Filipina after, were given slightly better positions as
entertainers. Those who couldn't sing but had some grace, like the
Japanese girl she had seen and the Latina who Joy wasn't sure where
she was from, worked as dancers, ranging from semi to full on exotic
strippers.

The
worst positions were saved for the girls who couldn't sing or dance,
but whose bodies were desirable to the Triad Boss. They served as
what were officially deemed hostesses, but were often little more
than grope dolls for drunken, horny Triads who thought that grabbing
a foreign tit or ass was no big deal, and was just good fun. Joy had
even heard that many of the girls were coerced into sleeping with
various Triads, whether for money or through threats of bodily
injury. Thankfully, none had approached her for such favors, although
most of the Triads undressed her with their eyes every time she
walked on stage.

As
such, she carefully selected her routine to avoid any songs that she
wanted to have a positive feeling about later. Instead, she had
chosen every slinky, slutty song she could think of from the realm of
R&B, jazz, and even some pop music, as long as it was made famous
by what the manager had called "dark peoples."

Starting
off with the sultry tones of
Givin'
Him Something He Can Feel
,
Joy launched into her set, sashaying her hips and popping a pose
occasionally to accentuate her lyrics. She knew that probably none of
the Triads were fluent in English, so she didn't worry about accuracy
of the lyrics, and instead making sure she kept her voice as lustful
as possible. She wanted these assholes to think that she was so horny
that she would jump off of the small nightclub stage into their laps
at almost any moment, begging for them to satisfy her. Most nights it
took more effort to keep up the charade than she would have expected,
and she had to close her eyes and imagine she was singing for Longwei
to make it through the forty minute set.

Winding
her way from En Vogue to Toni Braxton to Aaliyah and finally wrapping
up with classic Marvin Gaye, Joy was glad when the last notes of
Sexual Healing
drifted away over the sound system, and she was able to make her way
backstage. The Filipina girl was up next, shaking her head ruefully.
"I hate going on after you," the girl said, one of four or
five in the club who spoke passable English.

"Why?"
Joy asked, grabbing a terry washcloth and wiping at her forehead.
She'd have to reapply her makeup for her second set, but it didn't
matter.

"Because
you make them so hot, I have to ramp up my set to full sexy to not
make them bored," she said. Joy felt a moment of pity. Luana was
from Mindanao in the Philippines, and had grown up in a hamlet so
poor, many children went nude until puberty. While she didn't like
the looks from the Triads, she needed the money, and as she had told
Joy, "Being stared at by those Chinese fucks is better than what
a lot of the girls in my village are doing to make money. I at least
don't need to spread my legs for my pay."