"Come back here and fuck me!"
"I just did!" I lay flat on my back, worn out for the moment.
"I don't CARE about DID. Fuck me MORE! NOW!"
I knew I was technically in charge. But when a woman's screaming at you like that, it's hard to say no. And Tina had been an absolute nymphomaniac for our entire relationship.
At twenty-three, Tina's body was in its most perfect condition I'd ever seen. Her legs were long and lean. Her petite torso was slender and tight in all the best places, with rippled abs to show off how much she worked out. She'd redone her silicon tits to be bigger and even more fabulous. And her face had bloomed into the gorgeous face of an adult woman, calling the attention of everyone around her, male or female.
But right now, I was the only one around her, and she definitely had my attention. Tina shut her legs back together and slipped off the couch to the rug, and crawled past the coffee table until she was between my legs, still oozing my cum out of her box from the load I'd fired into her not 30 seconds ago. But despite having two orgasms of her own, she was far from done. And so, with her talented mouth working my poor cock over, she began to coax new life into my balls.
I couldn't recharge quite as fast as when I was a teenager, so it took a bit more prodding and the casual wrapping of her tits around my shaft before she was satisfied with its hardness. I settled into the couch cushions to get myself more comfortable, and then Tina was straddling my weary body, facing away and sinking herself back down onto me, my dick entering her with a squishing noise.
Ten minutes later, with my hands gripping her boobs and Tina screaming her fifth orgasm at the ceiling, I finally erupted up and into Tina's spasming pussy, coating her with a second helping of my white lava.
When we were done, Tina started dragging me upstairs to take a shower. "Come on, lazybones. Or we're going to be late."
I glanced over at the dress Tina was planning to wear to my family's annual Thanksgiving dinner, hung up on my coat rack. My father was going to be ogling my girlfriend all night... again.
***
In the time since high school, Tina had always been a special friend. Now, many years after our first fuck, and after many years of being "just friends", Tina had finally achieved "girlfriend" status.
Even after such a long time of fucking each other's lights out, we never tired of each other's body. And also, she helped fill that emotional void in me, offering up her companionship and energy every day. She was loving and affectionate out in public, places Pei-Hua couldn't go. She was such a regular fixture in my life that I felt comfortable just hanging out with her in a non-sexual way, and at last I even brought her home for family events.
My mom had been constantly pressing me about girlfriend prospects and had begun her innuendoes regarding me getting married. Being an only child means you're the ONLY one a mother can fuss over.
And while I did truly love Pei-Hua, there was no way my family could accept me having a serious relationship with my servant girl.
Tina was a logical choice. She was smart, educated, and came from a well-to-do Taiwanese family that had my parents' respect. We were quite happy together, and although I didn't feel like I was in love, I very much cared about her. And understanding the customs, Tina managed to tone down the physical affection when with my family. She got along well with my mother, flirted with my father, and instinctively understood the culture and her role in it.
And more importantly for me, Tina was not a jealous lover. She fully understood my playboy lifestyle and random hookups, as well as my intimate interludes with Pei-Hua.
Many a night would go by with one or the other woman masturbating while discreetly watching me pleasure the other, and we all engaged in a few more threesomes, much to my delight. However, both ladies seemed more interested in titillating me than having any true lust for each other. Still, the two women had developed a comfortable friendship like the one between my mother and Mrs. Peng.
Throw in my well-paying job for my father's company and the comfortable house, and I had the perfect existence, well on track to following in my father's footsteps.
My father's company was rapidly approaching our fiscal year-end. And as expected from previous experience, the final two weeks became a roller coaster of extreme highs matched by extreme lows, with stress and paperwork and fun with my ladies sprinkled throughout.
The extreme lows were all work-related. Even though I already knew my job- security was set as I was working for my father, I still had Asian expectations and pride to maximize profits and give a good showing. Besides, my father repeatedly bitched about me learning nothing useful and spending so much money on an MBA was a waste of time.
The extreme highs came from Pei-Hua, Tina... and Jessica.
Jessica was one of Tina's best friends from high school, although she went to a different school than Tina and I. Jessica had been growing up into her own woman during her college years and got into a big fight with her parents about independence and living in America instead of Taiwan. So instead of moving back home after graduation, she got an apartment with Tina close by to my new house back in our hometown.
