If Mei was nervous answering the door, she didn't show it. She was conventionally elegant and composed but for the thin, black dog collar around her neck. It was very obviously a dog collar and there was always the chance that it wasn't who we were expecting - her friend, Candy, at the door.
"Wow. Look at you!" said Candy, holding Mei at arm's length, after embracing her. "I love the dress!"
Mei was wearing a mid-thigh length, dark-grey cheongsam with darker blue flowers. She was looking gorgeous. And the dog collar.
"And the dog collar!" She turned to me. "And you must be Kim?"
Candy herself looked a treat. She was in a short denim skirt with a white button-up shirt. Her hair was straight, dark and shoulder length. She had fair skin and dark-framed glasses. She looked like a nanny on heat. Or a sexy librarian. Or a woman with a PhD in seduction.
I hadn't previously met Candy but Mei had told me about her. She was a photographer. She did film stills, weddings and corporate events. She also exhibited. I had seen some of her photos at a nearby gallery with Mei once. They were black and white torso studies, some erotic.
That was why she was here.
She had a small roller case with her. To its side were strapped light stands and a tripod. This was serious stuff.
I wasn't sure how this was going to play out. Mei and I, at least, were in uncharted waters. Perhaps Candy was used to this sort of thing.
We sat at the kitchen table and drank sparkling wine.
The kitchen table and four chairs were just about the only furniture in Mei's small flat. The bedroom held a bed. The loungeroom sported piles of cushions on the floor against the walls. She had recently left her husband and this was her interim accommodation until she found something more suitable. She wasn't about to spend money on furniture which she might not need.
Enough of the backstory. This is a tale of erotic and dirty sex.
Mei had told me one night, her head on my chest, that she would do anything that I wanted.
At first her comment had slipped straight by me. It was only later that its possibilities revealed themselves to me.
"Anything?" I asked the next time we were lying together. "Like what?"
We were both unsure of the boundaries.
"I want to do anything that you want to do," I had said. "But I don't know what that is."
"You have to find out," she said.
I dropped hints.
"You need a spanking," I whispered into her ear. She said nothing but her hand moved to my cock.
"I would tie you up first." She let out a long sigh.
"You have the most beautiful cunt." My face was buried between her thighs. "Why do only I deserve it? This cunt is world class. It should be full of the world's cum. Every man should wank over it." She let out a cry and clasped my head tighter between her thighs. I could hardly breathe. My face was covered in cunt juice. I was breathing hot cunt.
It was fantasy time and I gave free rein to the most torrid dreams I could muster. She moaned and orgasmed her way through all of them. The dirtier the better. I was ecstatic. I hadn't know this side of her.
Another night I had imagined her with another woman as we sweated on top of the sheets with the window open and a warm breeze caressing our skin.
"What about my friend Candy?" she said.
"Tell me about her."
"Well, she' tall and slender, and she's got long dark hair. She wears glasses. You would like her legs."
"Would I like her cunt?"
"Oh yes! Once, at a party, she and I kissed."
I was listening now.
