The minute I turned eighteen, I was out of there. My birthday consisted of a shitty supermarket cake and a drunken rant from my liquored-up dad. Happy fucking birthday, Sam.
But finally I’d done my time, and my birthday turned the page into a new chapter of my life. A chapter full of freedom, when I could break free from my fucked up family and reinvent myself. That night, me and my rucksack boarded a plane for Shanghai. During the ten-hour flight, I pictured my life from here on out; I’d find myself out here, maybe I’d finally go to art school, maybe I’d make something of myself.
When we touched down, it was drizzling. Walking through the flashing, blaring streets of Shanghai, I felt small and vulnerable; a short, skinny, narrow-shouldered boy lost in the metropolis; a boy just pushing adulthood, and a virgin in more than just one sense.
At last, I found my hotel, a little place tucked away in some backstreet, as if hiding. I’d booked it weeks ago, as I planned my escape from my old life, and had gotten my room for next to nothing. The place was run by Wang, a lively woman in her late 30s, who’d poured her savings into her little hotel and lived in the back room. She welcomed me warmly and showed me my room, a simple little space with a view of the city. I suddenly realised I was happy, and smiled as I watched the sunset usher in a brighter future.
A few days later, I was sitting around in my room, having spent the day sightseeing. I decided to head down to the bar and grab a drink, if only for a change of scenery. I found the bar dark and empty, and Wang behind the counter, polishing glasses in a pool of light.
“Sam!” she exclaimed. “You’ve come to drink with me, I see.”
I smiled and sat opposite her. She poured two glasses of scotch and pushed one over.
“You saw the Yu Gardens as I suggested, then?” she asked.
“I did,” I replied as I took a sip.
“You look upset,” she said.
“Just homesick, I guess,” I said. “I don’t know why.”
“And you’ve got no-one out here to look after you?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “The only people who vaguely cared about me were my parents.”
“No girlfriend?” she asked.
I laughed. That was actually funny. He looked at me sweetly. She had a face that inspired such comfort.
“No. No girlfriend,” I said.
“How’s that?” she exclaimed. “You’re a catch, my young Sam.”
I laughed again.
“People like you don’t go for people like me,” I sighed.
“People like me?” she asked. “I’m old! I’ve turned 30 a few times now. Soon I’ll be wrinkly and grey, and you’ll be young and handsome.”
I laughed as she limped along on an invisible Zimmer frame and gave me a gummy smile.
“Well, time’s treating you well,” I said. “But I’m getting too old. You know, I’ve never even kissed a girl.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Wang cried. “Kiss me!”
“No, no, I…” I stammered.
“Come on,” she said. “I’m a grownup. Just kiss me.”
She leaned across the counter and presented her lips. Tentatively, I leaned in and pecked her.
“You can do better Bayan Escort Gaziantep than that,” she said with a smile. “Kiss me. I’m giving you the chance. Take it!”
I leaned in again and kissed her waiting lips. She kissed back gently. She tasted of scotch and some energy, some tangible warmth I’d never felt before. When she pulled away, I sighed deeply, hungry for her lips.
“If you want, I can teach you more,” she said. “I can show you what a woman’s body is like. You’re all alone and scared in the big city, with no mommy to look after you. I can look after you, Sam. I can keep you safe and warm and loved…”
She whispered this last sentence in my ear, her breath hot on my neck, and planted a soft kiss on my throat. Stuck between my apprehension and my lust for this hot, older woman, I sighed and hung my head. It felt wrong. It felt… predatorial, this older woman swooping in on me, the lost, young foreign boy. But Wang took me by the hand and lead me out of the bar and down a corridor.
Her bedroom was small and cosy, decorated with tapestries and thick shag-pile rugs. It was warm, and heady with the sweet smell of incense, rising from a burner on the bedside table. At Wang’s indication, I lay down on her bed, sinking deep into the mattress. The bed was covered in clothes, including a whole range of frilly lingerie; this was the room of a lonely woman, cut off from the world in her little hotel. I fingered a pair of panties strewn on the pillow, feeling the fabric, knowing that Wang’s juicy, mature pussy had touched it.
My heart raced as Wang stood at the end of the bed, hands on hips, watching me. In her short black dress, fishnet stockings and tall leather boots, she was godly. My cock stirred in my pants as she slowly unbuckled her boots, showing her little feet. Then, she pulled the dress over her head, revealing her hot, mature body with its golden skin and perfect curves. Around the fabric of her frilly panties, I glimpsed the thick lips of her juicy cunt, and my cock lurched at the sight of her big, round tits held in her lacy bra.
“Do you like my body?” Wang purred.
I nodded, transfixed.
“Do you want to worship every inch of my skin?” she asked. “Do you want to please mommy?”
“I want to lick your tits and fuck your pussy,” I said, not knowing how to talk dirty.
“Now, now,” she said, crawling onto the bed and leaning over me. “I don’t let little virgins near my pussy. And you might as well stop rubbing that little thing, as you won’t be cumming anywhere near me.”
“What?” I exclaimed.
“My pussy isn’t for you. You’re here to pay worship to my body,” she purred, taking a tit out of her bra. “Now, let mommy feed you, my baby.”
I was disappointed that Wang was teasing me like this, but the sight of her right boob hanging out of her bra, golden, smooth and round, with those rosy areolas and hard nipples, turned me on so much. I hungrily started sucking her tit as it hung over me, licking her nipples and suckling like a baby at the teat. My hands were acting with a will of their own, feeling her big, soft ass and thick, smooth thighs. Wang finally unhooked her bra and released her other tit. I started kneading them in my hands, feeling the soft flesh as I avidly switched from one tasty nipple to the other. As I licked and sucked, Wang enveloped my face with her big, heavy tits, shaking her chest so that they slapped me across the face.
“I like it when you worship my titties like that,” she purred, stroking my cheek affectionately. “Do you like my body, Sam? Do you want to do more to me?”
“I love it,” I said from beneath her tits. “I want to serve every inch of you.”
She lay beside me on the bed and looked across at me as I lay there, waiting to serve. Lifting a smooth, toned arm, Wang revealed a mane of silky hair in her armpit. It gave off a slight musky scent which drove me crazy, despite my apprehension.
“I’ve had a long day,” she sighed. “I’m a little sweaty. Clean up my armpits, would you?”
I was tentative at first. She was insanely hot, but the thick bush in her armpits made me feel a little weird.
“Sam,” she said, “it would be rude of you not to serve my desires, wouldn’t it?”
With a sigh, I moved closer and took a long lick along the length of her armpit. It was warm and musky, and tasted slightly salty with sweat. Eager to please, I licked hungrily, tasting the heady flavour of sweat and pheromones in the recesses of her hairy armpit. I planted kisses up and down her pit, straying off to the side of her boob and the smooth underside of her arm, but she always brought me back with a gentle hand to munch on the thick bush under her arm. Wang was moaning quietly as I worshipped her body, and running her hand through my hair affectionately. When I’d serviced her left armpit, I leaned across to lick up the other side, which was equally as tasty. Wang threw back her head and closed her eyes, humming softly as I licked and kissed her body, from her sweaty pits and big, soft tits, to her toned belly.
Moving down her body, I lingered above her pussy, wanting desperately to taste it on my tongue. I could see the lips peeking around the fabric, which was so wet that I could see the outline of her pussy beneath. A few silky hairs stuck out from her bush and around her pussy.
“Please,” I said, “just let me taste it.”
I looked at her with imploring eyes, softly kissing the insides of her thighs through her fishnets. Her pussy was so close I could feel its energy. As I left a trail of kisses around her cunt, Wang grabbed me by the hair so she could control the movement of my head. She pulled aside her panties, revealing a juicy, pink pussy topped by a thick, black bush which ran down the sides of her slit. I went to tuck in, but Wang held me back by the hair, holding my face just millimetres from the glistening flesh of her pussy. I was so close that the warm, wet smell of her cunt intoxicated me, but Wang’s hand holding me back reminded me that I’d never get to taste it. Suddenly, too horny to hold back, I stuck out my tongue and took a lick. My tongue had barely grazed her pussy when Wang yanked my head back and looked at me angrily.
“What did I say about touching my pussy?” she hissed at me, dragging me by the hair so that I lay across her lap. “What did I say?”
“You said not to,” I whimpered, as she pulled down my jeans around my thighs.
“And why’s that?” she asked, exposing my bare ass.
“Because I’m a pathetic little virgin,” I whined.
“That’s right,” she purred. “My pussy is a temple that could end a thousand empires, and weak little boys like you don’t get to touch it. You’re lucky I even let you lay a finger on my body. Do you feel lucky?”
“So lucky,” I said. “Thank you for letting me worship your tits and lick your armpits, mommy. Just please don’t hurt me.”
“I’m afraid I have to,” she said, cocking her arm. I winced as she brought it down sharply, spanking my bare ass with a loud ‘crack’ which sent jolts of pain through me. I yelped as she spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks. My ass stung and blushed red as she kept punishing me. I pleaded for mercy, but she kept slapping my ass until she was satisfied.
“You’re done,” she said. “I forgive you, Sam.”
“Thank you, mommy,” I sniffled.
“But we’re going to have to keep these naughty tendencies of yours under control, aren’t we?” she said. “We wouldn’t want you getting any more nasty thoughts, now, would we?”
As she said this, she peered into a drawer and took out a little pink chastity cage. She took my soft cock and slipped it on, but it fell right off.
“Hmm,” she said. “Looks like you’ll be needing the smallest size.”
I was thoroughly embarrassed as she put on the smaller ring. This time it fit snugly.
“Say goodbye to your cock,” Wang said with a smile, as she pocketed the key. “You won’t be using it for a while. But at least this might teach you to obey.”
“Thank you, mommy,” I said, cuddling up to her. “I feel so happy to be able to worship you.”
For a long time, we lay there together, Wang gently stroking my head as I hungrily made out with her hair armpit, savouring its sweaty taste, its pulsing heat, and the feeling of her hair on my tongue.
“Where are you going next?” Wang asked me.
“Next?” I asked.
“After Shanghai,” she said. “You’re leaving on Friday.”
“I don’t know,” I said.
There was a long silence as I planted kisses along the side of her breast, which glowed golden in the candlelight.
“Why don’t you stay?” she asked.
“I can’t stay much longer,” I said. “I’ve barely got the money to get back home once I’m done finding myself.”
“No, I mean…” she said, “I could hire you. You could live here and work here, earn your keep.”
“I don’t know,” I hummed.
“Why not?” she asked. “You’ve got nowhere to go. You’re young and lost. Why don’t you stay here with me. I can look after you; and you can return my generosity with praise.”
I thought for a long time. There really was nothing waiting for me back at home. And here, I could live in peace, tucked away in this little hotel, finally finding some meaning in my shitty life by serving Wang in every way I could.
“I’ll stay,” I said with a smile growing on my lips.
“Good,” she said. “You’ll start tomorrow.”
End of part 1.
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