He saw her from the street doing the usual pole dance, but the legs got him. Now he was fondling them and peering into those mysterious Chinese slanted eyes. She laughed as he joked and played with her, and didn’t mind when he pulled her off the bar stool and brought her in close, holding her buttocks and digging his thigh into her crotch. He could feel the slight bulge in between her legs and was enjoying making it swell and feeling it getting harder and harder. She massaged the head of his cock deftly with her long dainty fingers. He ordered the bill and they were off.
Her tiny penis was now fully erect and bending upward and over toward her belly button. He grabbed it and squeezed...it was rock hard. He pulled the foreskin back and began licking and sucking the elongated purple head, poking the tip of his tongue into the small slit at the top. He could see her stomach muscles contracting and her legs and feet twitching with delight. But when things were getting hot, she motioned him away and pushed him onto his back. ki
She avoided ejaculation, diverting any waves of pleasure into the rest of her body. It was a means to good health but more importantly to maintain her sanity. She despised men. They could touch her, fondle her, kiss her, lick her, dribble on her, grab her, squash her with their big fat bellies, but not take her power away. That was sacred. She would always be in control...on top. It became an obsession.
