Singapore Girl - 5

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She started inviting me to various Jaycee get-togethers.
I fit in really well bearded, casual (usually jeans) and
absolutely zero tolerance for bullshit. I was reminded
of all the reasons I'd dropped out of advertising five
years before. Still they were not only networking; they
were actually doing things for the community ... and that
was more than I could say. All were civil, some were polite,
a few were friendly and a couple were downright charming.
I in turn invited her to the annual awards banquet held by
my writer's organization, which shall rename nameless.
(Hint: If you've read The Hugo Winners, you could have
met most of the authors there.) Bless her heart, June understood
the importance of the event hell, I even got a haircut and
wore a tie and decided to do me up proud.

When I called for her, she was wearing different makeup
than usual. It made her seem a bit older and far more polished.
She was wearing high heels, something she normally avoided.
And she wore a cheong-sam, the traditional sheath-like
dress with the slit up the side. It was jet black, clingy,
and tied about her neck, leaving her back and shoulders
bare. With her pale flesh and flawless complexion, her
slinky dress and a flash of long, shapely leg right up to
mid-thigh with each graceful step, she looked utterly
scrumptious.

Our arrival at the pre-banquet cocktail party sent a ripple
of silence from the doorway through the large room in the
Waldorf. Heads turned and eyes widened. I was noticed only
because I was with her. She brought all of her Jaycee and
ex-im skills to bear and by the time we were seated for the
actual awards banquet, about a half-dozen editors were
introducing themselves to me and asking if I had any novel-length
material (I had already published some short stories).
When we got back to her place, she was quite tired and we slept,
snuggling close. I went out the next morning and did something
I had never before done: I bought a ring for the woman. Not
only was she bright, sweet, dedicated, beautiful and unbelievably
sexy, she was willing to back up all the way her man. I put
the ring in my dresser and began thinking the whole matter
through and trying to determine the right time. And that
time wouldn't be too long: Her visa was expiring and
she would have to leave America ... unless she qualified
for accelerated naturalization, say, as a relative of
a citizen. And I knew she wanted to stay. But I had to be careful.
It mustn't seem like gratitude or a payoff for this
proud, tough woman who'd worked and thought her way
out of the slums of Singapore.

A couple of days later, as I was leaving her place after a
deliciously languorous night of intermittent fucking
and dozing, June stopped me at the door: About tonight

Yes? I have a fantasy... Oh,
goody! I thought. I want you to tie me up. I
paused, regaining compsure and then delivered my brilliant
repiposte: Huh? Well Abruptly,
she seemed almost shy. You told me once you always
wanted to make a woman cum so hard she would pass out. And
sometimes when it becomes very intense for me I make you
stop what you're doing until I calm down. And
what would you like me to be doing to you while you're
tied up?

Whatever you want to do that will make me cum like
that. I have wanted to try this for a long time, but you are
the first person I ever would trust. It's
not somethig I'm exactly keen to do, you know.
That is one reason I trust you to do it. You're
not afraid I would hurt you? She smiled and slithered
into my arms. You would never hurt anyone, least
of all me. She fumbled at my belt. I want you
to do whatever you want with me and tell me what you are doing
and what you are thinking and imagining She opened
my pants and was fumbling around inside. It makes
me itchy just to think of it. I disengaged her hand
carefully, I might add and repaired my attire. (That sounds
so damned proper, doesn't it? Repaired my attire.
Faded jeans and a sweatshirt.) So you're leaving
it up to me, eh? No one knows how to make me cum
better not even me. I nodded. Alright, June
I'll be here at nine. What would you like
for dinner? I'll have eaten. You will,
too no later than seven-thirty. I want you to be showered
and dried off and warm. I want you to wear that old blue nightdress,
the one that's worn through near the shoulder. I will
call you at eight-thirty. Take my call on the phone by the
bed. Have the answering machine hooked up for the office
phones. She looked at me strangely. What
have you got in mind? I stepped to the other side of
the vestibule door. She was wearing jeans and a cableknit
blue v-neck sweater. She'd pulled them on only to see
me to the door and there was nothing underneath except June.
But even through the thick strands of the sweater, I could
see that her nipples were hugely swollen and her chest and
neck were brightly flushed.

June, this is your idea. Go along with it,
I said, and you will cum as you have never imagined
you could cum. Halfway down the block to my house
I was wondering if I'd let my mouth run away with itself.
That was a tall order I'd promised to fill for this short
woman.

But by the time I'd reached my place, I was already analyzing
the situation and the outlines of what would do the trick
were forming in my head.

The first thing I did was stop at Rudy's. I had a good
working arrangement with Rudy, the semi-competent superintendent
for my apartment building. When I needed the use of his workshop,
I'd spot him ten bucks. He'd long since learned
that I took good care of the tools better than he did, in fact.
He even let me store some of my stuff there. I checked through
the pile of scrap lumber and found some pieces of three-quarter
inch CDX that were workable and enough odds and ends of one-by
and two-by to serve. I took the BMT to 23rd Street and bought
some thick, industrial grade gray carpet remnants at ABC
another five bucks and then walked home. Along the way,
I stopped at Paterson Silks at University and Fourteenth.
To my knowledge, Paterson has never sold silk bolts. Their
specialty is good, serviceable fabrics for the thousands
of working poor and welfare recipients who try to make a
few bucks stretch farther by doing their own sewing. If
you want to meet some young, stunningly beautiful and irrepressibly
vital Puerto Rican single mothers, Paterson Silks is a
good place to go. But be forewarned they can steal your heart
away.

I bought what I needed in Paterson, walked the rest of the
way home, dropped the hardgoods in the shop, stored the
rest in my place, then headed for the Pink Pussy Cat over
on West Fourth near Jones Street. It was almost ten-thirty
and they would be opening. The Pink Pussy Cat is an adult
toystore. There are others, to be sure but the PPC staff
makes it special. They seems to have this basic attitude
problem: When people work up the courage to walk down the
five steps to the entrance of the well (but not garishly)
lit emporium, the staff for some reason assumes these are
people who think sex should be fun and have a sense of joy
and humor. When I had entered the PPC to buy a vibrator for
Annie, they'd asked me what kind. I'd said, Hell,
what've you got? To which the pimply young woman had
said, We've got these. She'd proceeded to take
one of each and every vibrator in the store and set it on the
counter. Those that could stand up on their bases were so
arranged. Then she activated every one of them. The standing
ones moved around in little circles, the pumping ones spun
and pumped, the squirming ones writhed and wriggled, etc.
One of the other clerks switched the radio from Lite Rock
to a disco station and the staff that weren't busy stood
around and voted on which vibrator won the Dance Fever contest
and someone hug a tinsel garland around it as an award. We
are not talking pretentious, superior, overbearing fools
here.

Indeed, they had just opened and the on-duty clerk asked
what I wanted.

I want a dildo big. Long or thick?
he asked, a tad on the fey side, and every bit as professional
as any of them were.

Both. This is for someone who wants that stuffed
feeling. Woman or He grins broadly
and infectiously. man? Woman. Good
definition of woman, in fact.
Vaginal, then or ? Vaginal.
Color? Her color's got nothing
to do His expression stopped me. Sorry. Flesh,
black, latex whatever. He located a half dozen,
ranging in size from the biggest that I already owned to
something he called Big Fred, which was
about fifteen inches long and had to be six inches in diameter.

I just got an inferiority complex. I
know the feeling, he said.

Do people use this for a coat rack or do they really
use this for, uh Mostly gay men into fistfucking
and pain, I think. He made a face. A great deal
of pain. He shrugged. Also, we have a catalog
and you can special order No. I found just
the ticket. And I had. It was called, I think, California
Reaming. It was about eighteen inches long. It made
no attempt at being lifelike. It was as if someone had put
pieces of fruit of increasing size smallest first into
a latex tube. The result was a knob of latex about an inch
and a half thick, followed by a slight depression, then
another knob, a bit thicker, and so forth. The knob at the
base had to be five inches thick. The base was flattened
and there was a hollow opening about a half inch thick. The
salesman opened a drawer and took out a length of slim metal
rod that was terminated with a three quarter inch pipethread.
He carefully inserted the stiffener's blunted end
For safety, he said into the latex tube.
We also sell a pedestal I shook my head. How
much for this? It was close to a hundred bucks Yikes!
but I figured, What the hell? I took my purchase home along
with the salesman's wise (if unnecessary) cautions
to use PLENTY of lubricant. Next, I headed for Canal Street.
The border between Chinatown and Little Italy is lined
with hardware and electronics stores. Most of them have
merchandise overflowing onto boxes and makeshift shelves
on the sidewalk and many also offer used as is
miscellany. I found an as is Skil orbital
sander that lacked the lockdown clamps that hold the sandpaper
and was missing most of the handle. No problem five bucks.
At an open-air electrical and electronics parts supply
store I found a perfectly serviceable rheostat for another
fiver. At the plumbing supply outlet I bought an coupling
that would adapt the base of the dildo's stiffener
to the plate screw on the sander. I picked up a couple of hinges
and headed for the workshop. It was a bit past noon when my
shopping was done.

June was right about me, of course: I did know what made her
cum most. I knew that massive head gave her screaming orgasms
too excruciating for her to bear for very long and made her
always juicy and hungry cunt downright voracious for stuffing.
I used the plywood to build a cube about on each side. I drilled
appropriate holes and mounted the sander inside, then
mounted the rheostat so the lead to the control dial poked
(heh!) through the opposite side of the box. I hooked up
the wiring, plugged it in, turned it on. With the sander
set to its slowest setting and the rheostat thumbed to the
lowest gauge, it made for a wonderfully variable vibration.
I installed the adapter couplings, then covered the whole
thing with the carpet remnants. Then I slid the dildo onto
the stiffener, screwed the stiffener onto the sander coupling
and presto! the world's biggest and most luxurious
vibrating dildo.

Of course, the whole thing weighed about forty pounds.
The weight of the sander, box and rheostat seemed to be enough
to counter the extended weight of the latex. I had to make
one more shopping trip for two extensions one to lead to
the rheostat from the outlet and one so I could be as much
as ten feet from the box and still control it batteries and
plenty of K-Y lubricant. I also bought two bottles of wine.
I threw a tarp over the whole affair and stopped by Rudy's
apartment to tell him I'd be picking up my creation
at a quarter to nine. I gave him another five for the extra
trouble. I went up to my place and fixed a big plate of linguini
with clam source and purposely overate. As I expected,
I felt drowsy. I set the alarm and lay down to nap for a while.

I woke at eight and showered and trimmed my beard. I thought
carefully about what I would say and at eight-thirty I picked
up the phone and prepared to begin June's night of fantasy
fulfilled.

I dialed the number. She answered on the second ring.

What're you wearing? What are
you going to Listen. She hesitated.

Do you like it when I suck your clitoris? When I stick
that big rubber cock in you? When I jam my hand up your cunt
and move it around? I could hear her breathing, short,
shallow pants.

Tell me! Ooooo, I am so itchy
What are you wearing? I'm wearing
Take it off, all of it, then pick up the phone.
When she picked up the phone, she giggled, nervously. Now
I want you to touch your clit. But Do
it. I heard her little gasp; that was all the confirmation
I needed. Keep doing it go on that's it rub and
press and rub ... and now stick one fingr in your cunt...
She gasped again. Then: Oooo, I am so wet and horny
Now go downstairs and unlock the door to your
place, then come back up. Light one candle and turn out all
the lights. Then lay down on the bed and masturbate and keep
masturbating until I arrive She groaned.

I will be there exactly at nine o'clock.
But I am naked! Yes. That's your
problem. Maybe someone will get a glimpse of your sweet
tits or your lovely cunt or your tight Chinese ass
She groaned again.

You wanted to put yourself completely in my fucking
control. Do it and if you don't do what I say, this night
is over and someone else will enjoy the treats I have planned
for your hot, wet cunt. I hung up and checked the clock.
Eight-thirty-eight. I put out food for the cat, took my
supplies and a clean pillowcase, then locked up the place
and left. I went to the workshop and dismantled my contraption,
then put the parts into the pillow case and threw it into
a canvas carpenter's bag. I got to her door at five to
nine. My cock was like a bar of iron in my pants. One of the
waitresses from the espresso house occupying the second
floor of her building the first floor was a retail space
saw me standing there with the bag and smiled. What's
in the bag? Tool. She looked directly
at my bulging crotch and grinned. Uh- huh,
she said, and shimmied through the entrance to the cafe.

At two minutes to nine I entered June's vestibule and
locked the door behind me. I climbed the long, carpeted
stairway to the first floor where her offices were and glanced
inside. The telex was on STORE and the answering machine
was turned on.

So was I.

I climbed the second long flight of stairs to her living
quarters. All the lights were out. David?
Her voice echoed through the silent but for the distant
sound of music from the cafe apartment.

Are you doing what I told you I
Do it! I heard the bed creak and as I listened
to her pant faster and more urgently and the bed begin creaking,
I ducked into the bathroom. In the linen closet were bath
sheets enormous towels. I took two of them. I stepped into
the bedroom and reached into my bag of tricks. I withdrew
the vibrator, opened it, loaded it with two D-Cells and
tossed it onto the bed.

Use it on your clit, I ordered and stepped
out of the room. I went through the darkened hallway to her
living room. There I got two of the bolsters from her sectional.
I rolled them the long way and wrapped them in the towel,
then tied the whole thing with two of the lengths of silk
ribbon I'd bought at Paterson. I carried the makeshift
cushion and my bag into her bedroom.

She was writhing wildly on top of the bedcovers, plunging
the vibrator in and out of her cunt and Stop!
I snapped.

She almost stopped.

I said use it on your clit, not in your cunt!
But I am so itchy That's the idea.
She complied, but only after a loud, almost pitiful, groan.
I put my bag on the floor and next to it, the tightly rolled
cushions. My cock was trying to rip my jeans.

I screwed the base thread of the dildo stiffener into its
slot and carried the whole thing to the bed.

Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes widen. What
I didn't answer yet. I opened the K-Y and smeared
it all over the end of the dildo. I used most of one tube. Then
I took the lead cord and plugged it in to the outlet. Next,
I put the bound billows on the bed and retrieved my other
silk ribbons from the bag. June kept pumping her clit and
arching her hips as I bound her wrists. Then I tied a ribbon
about each slender angle. I put the rolled-up bolsters
lengthwise on her belly and breasts and then tied her with
the ribbons from her wrists together around it strapping
her to the bolsters. Then I did the same with the ankle ribbons.
Next, I rolled her onto all fours the fours
being tied around the bolster. And all the time, she never
stopped working the vibrator around her cunt.

Finally, I took two long ribbons and fed them around and
under the mattress between the lumpy mattress and the boxsprings,
to be precise. When I was done, she was on all fours, bound
to the rolled-up bolsters and immobilized by the ties to
the bed.

At some point, the vibrator had slipped from her fingers
but no matter. I had begun muttering random, vague dirty
words to her and her juices had already dampened the pillowcase
containing the bolsters.

What are you going to do to me??? she cried
softly.

Whatever the fuck I want, I answered. I stripped
quickly nd then paused, taking stock.

Before me was a gorgeous Chinese girl from Singapore who,
at her request, I had tied up and rendered utterly helpless.
She had begged me to do with her as I wished and make her cum
till she literally was unconscious with pleasure.

I stepped to the side of the bed and look down at her. Her legs
were forced apart by her position and beautiful little
cunt was exposed but her position also tautened and emphasized
the perfection of her sweet, tight little ass; the narrowness
of her hips; the superb proportions of her back, and the
perfect line of her legs.

She had begged me to do with her as I wished and as I looked
at her naked form, as I inhaled the heady aroma of her copious
juice and her unmistakable arousal, I anticipated doing
just that fucking her and making her cum till she and I had
reached another plane of reality.

[More to cum, 2 more sequels]