dabulldaddy
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Re: korean wife, korean wife 2, korean wife 3: This is a continuation of the Chinatown Bar Story. Chong liked the comments in the other stories I posted and she directed me to post replies. She said, "lotsa nasty men read my story, I hope they like me and I make ding dong get hard. (giggling) I like see man with ding dong hard!" Anyway heres's the next installment: As you may recall she had just commanded her new aquaintance, Garey, to the dance floor: however, my poor sweet girl was not having a particularly easy time dismounting the swivelling bar stool, especially since she was getting a little tipsy after her second adult beverage. (As with many Asian women she has a low tolerance for holy water, and her inhibitions seem to be lowered accordingly) Garey, ever the "gentleman", eagerly aided her in the precarious dismount while groping a feel of her pert firm breasts. (Chong rarely wears a bra consistent with her natural aversion to constraining undergarments - garter belts being the most notable exception) I sensed she enjoyed the attention to her mommy mounds because her eternally erect nipples were straining more stridently than usual at her silk blouse. (Although she enjoys wearing semi-transparent blouses without a bra, this time, to the dismay of Garey and the bartender, it was only plain, yet clingy, blue opaque silk. But when she wears the transparent kind, the welcome arrival of her sloe tipped breasts are proudly signaled to the satisfaction of any male in eyeshot. Even I am often embarassed by the leers she recieves from grateful males. She demurely smiles back in return, knowing she's just generated another precum alert. Incidentally, for anyone who is curious about such things, Chong has those pouty black-carbonsmudgerry nipples that will perk up almost an inch when she's even slightly thrilled.) Once Garey had gotten Chong off the stool, she nonchalantly smoothed her mini-skirt to respectable length while Garey tried unsuccessfully to smooth the engorged mound in his trousers. Chong winked and blew me a kiss as she seductively wiggled her way to the dance floor, highheels clicking, Garey in tow. They weren't long on the floor. Garey had performed one of the more outstanding chicken dances ever observed west of the Rockies. Apparently Chong wasn't impressed because she soon herded the disappointed Garey back to the bar. This time I intervened and helped her back upon her stool, enabling her to retain a slight degree of modesty while ensuring her persitently northwardly migrating miniskirt stayed mostly where it belonged and didn't expose her pantyless black bush once more. On the bar was a miniature tangerine tree with tiny tangerines, I noticed Garey was peeling them and hand feeding them to Chong, I presume in an effort to atone for his lackluster performance on the dance floor. Garey must have dropped one of the tiny tangerines because he was down on the floor, just below her excrutiatingly attractive highheel clad feet, searching for something. Chong was intently watching his antics. Then she must have had an inspiration because she kicked off a shoe, almost smacking the startled Garey in the face, and invitingly trilled in her sweetest girlish voice, "Garey you want to 'nick' my stocking?" (Of course she meant 'lick my stocking', but she can have difficulty with L's under the best of circumstance, much less when she's tippsy) Garey squinted at the perfectly shaped, dainty, yet temptingly moist, black-hosed Oriental foot percarbonsmudged snugly against his nose. "Come on sweetie, we are in a public place," I amiably offered. She turned to me with an acid smile and mockingly growled like a tigress, "Be quiet sweeetie, or I gonna make you get down and 'nick' it with him." I must confess I was taken aback by such uncharacteristic behaivior from my normally sweet, duitiful Korean fiancee. My holy water numbed mind vainly pondered whether I should keep quiet or get down there and lick it with him. While my paralysis lingered, Garey was obediently 'nicking' her stocking as she politely waved her nylon encased Korean toes in his face. "Oooh, that tickles," she squealed in her disarming girlish manner! Just then, I noticed a dimly lit booth in the corner of the establishment being vacated. I quicky suggested - while Garey was diligently working on his second set of fragrant, squirming Korean toes - that we relocate to the booth, especially since the owner-bartender was giving us a menacing look. I'm afraid I have to stop now. Chong just called me on my cellphone. She's on an overnighter with a new boyfriend, so she probably wants to brag about the size of his genitals or some such nonsense. Calling the husband seems to make a boyfriend more excited (something about 'forbidden fruit', I think), and Chong knows it makes me nuts when she reminds me that the boyfriend's getting something I can't have. But it always makes me feel better when she sweetly promises to allow me to clean her pussy upon her return It's just too cute when she whispers in the phone, "Oh, honey, boyfriend put lotsa yuckie stuff in flower, I know you gonna clean her real good when I come home." Then she'll inquisitively add something like, "I don't know why you wanna kiss wife flower when boyfriend make her soooo dirty....ick....why it make you so exciting?....it's just nasty, stinky flower....ah, but you likie so I gonna give you all you want. Then soothingly, "You happy now?...go bed...see you tomorrow...don't forget brush teeth."
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