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My Aunt Used To Wear This
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 19:00:16 +0000 UTCThis one is definitely more about build up than anything else. There's definitely some sexy times too, don't get me wrong. But it's deliberately paired down and handled differently to how my regular stories go. Also I haven't seen Turning Red so forgive my ignorance lol
Impatiently tapping her foot at a speed that would make a hummingbird jealous Ming glanced up at the clock for the hundredth time and let out a frustrated little sigh, “Now they're twenty minutes late!”
Keenly aware of every second going to waste and constantly teetering on the verge of calling the representative she'd spoke with twice already Ming was fast approached her limit. And any time it looked like she might be able to calm down and find her center she only had to glance at static riddled T.V. screen to rile herself right back up again. Not that she was outright trying to stay in a foul mood while she waited for the repairman to finally grace her with his presence. It simply came as naturally as breathing while she was left wasting more and more of her time.
“Twenty five minutes!” She hissed, unfolding her arms and storming towards the phone in a furious huff, “How much longer do I have to wait?! This is unacceptable!”
Snatching the phone from it's receiver and jabbing each button like she was trying to stab it with her perfectly manicured nails Ming was ready to absolutely ream whoever picked up. She knew it likely wasn't their fault but she simply didn't care. She couldn't possibly care. Not after the disgrace of waiting nearly half an hour for a simple repairman! To say nothing of how that time could've been better spent giving tours, running errands around town, or indeed doing anything more than standing around waiting. Even simply staring out the window with a slack jawed expression would have proven a better use of her morning! And hearing the ring of the line as she waited for someone to answer only left her all the more incensed as she stared up at the clock.
“Now they can't even answer the phones in a timely manner!” She exclaimed, “What kind of—”
A devastatingly loud knock interrupted her venting and nearly sent Ming jumping right out of her skin. Yet despite her surprise she recovered before the sound had even finished echoing through the house. And she was far from pleased as she slammed the phone back down, storming towards the front door in a furious huff before throwing it open.
But whatever she meant to say died in her throat upon seeing the absolute giant of a man looming in the doorway. “Sorry about the delays miss. There was an accident on the way!” He boomed.
“That's... that's perfectly understandable!” She said in a slightly tremulous voice.
It was far from perfectly understandable but Ming was too taken aback to really think clearly as she stared at the towering figure before her. Easily six and half feet tall at the very least he was so much larder than her she was practically a child before him! And he was infinitely more muscular than any simple repairman needed to be! So much so he almost looked like he wouldn't fit through the door when she finally had the sense to step back and out of his way. Of course he did but a part of her was still surprised by that fact as he walked past. The rest was far too busy staring at him like she'd never seen another human before. Although she wasn't entirely sure he was human! He might've looked like a human and dressed like one but he was so absurdly large it beggared belief. Not at all helped by the plain white tank top showing off his impossibly muscular arms and downright bulging physique staining against that fabric. Not unlike the jeans wrapped around his massive legs.
Had she the right frame of reference she might've compared him to a superhero or something similar but Ming was too unaware of such things. Instead he was simply an anomaly as he set his massive toolbox down and fished something from one of the pockets of his tool belt. She didn't even think about how much more like a handyman he looked than a T.V. repairman. Even as he slipped back into a far more professional work shirt emblazoned with the logo of the company she'd called. Ming remained entirely too distracted by his hulking frame and the sheer presence of him standing like some kind of giant among her things. He looked almost absurd beside all furniture and decorations intended for her and her family. And she couldn't help but stare like a tourist gawking at the local sights for fat, far too long.
Until he finally turned back around to address her as he knelt beside the television, “So what went wrong?” He asked, “I know you already gave us a rundown on the phone but I like to ask again just in case there's anything you mighta forgot!”
“It stopped working.” Ming replied, shaking off a little of her surprise and letting some of her ire return instead, “We were watching it last night and the screen suddenly turned to static. We couldn't find anything that was unplugged or out of place and we even tried reconnecting the cables too.” There was a momentary pause as the man investigated the T.V. and Ming added, “And nobody else is having the same sort of troubles so it's not our connection!”
Seemingly smiling at her standoffish tone the man looked at her with a disarming grin and she could only scowl in response. “I'll figure it out, don't you worry.”
Between his booming voice, laid back attitude, and extreme tardiness Ming was only growing more frustrated by the moment. But for the time being she managed to bite her tongue and simply let him work. Though she couldn't stop hereslf from corssing her arms as tightly as could be while clenching her jaw so harshly her dentist was no doubt celebrating somewhere. But interrupting him as he was looking things over and running all sorts of tests with things from his toolbox wouldn't help things at all. So instead she merely focused on letting him do his job as she considered how she'd best dress him down when the time came.
Fortunately for him whatever he as doing was involved enough and varied enough that he stayed quite busy for several minutes. Maybe longer, Ming wasn't keeping track any longer. She just stood there watching him in stony silence without any concern for anything else. It never even occurred to her that he might be uncomfortable with her glowering. Not that she would've done anything differently if he was. She was well past the point of courtesy.
“It doesn't look like the issue's too bad.” He finally remarked, standing up as he spoke and stretching a little while he looked at Ming, “Not anything y'all could've fixed on your own but nothing I can't take care of with what I've got on hand.”
“Good.” Entirely unconcerned with what the issue was Ming glowered up at him for a moment before looking down at the T.V. again, “Then fix it.”
He chuckled at her words but didn't seem offended. Instead he reached back into his toolbox for something she didn't recognize and set to work. Much to her grudging satisfaction. Although several minutes later nothing discernible had changed and the screen was still riddled with static. But at the very least she could assume work was being done.
Even if she could've done without the small talk that eventually ensued, “Have you lived in Toronto long?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Yes.” She replied in a tone very much intended to shut down any further questions. Not that he seemed to notice or care.
“Yeah me too. Been here about twenty years already!”
Pointedly not responding Ming stared at him for a second or two before turning away and approaching her phone. Putting it back in it's usual spot after her little outburst didn't take more than a couple seconds overall but it was enough time for the man to busy himself with work. Even if she could feel his eyes on her as she stood there with her back to him. Including places he had no business looking at. Though of course he was busy working on the T.V. when she turned around. As if he'd never been looking at anything else.
Quietly scoffing to herself Ming returned to watching him, her eyes roaming his physique in much the same way. Although she was quite unaware of her staring. Really unaware of everything but her own irritation and the presence of the man before her. Which only left her that much more taken aback when he spoke again.
“My aunt used to wear a necklace like that.” He observed, nodding to her pendant as he stood up to move to another part of the T.V.
Looking down at her jewelry barely peeking out from beneath the edges of her warm green blazer Ming almost scoffed at him again but before she could she responded with something approaching an actual reply, “Your aunt has good taste.”
“Yeah she does.” The man replied. His grin softened as he spoke and the way he met her eyes turned what might've been an unremarkable answer into something... more. A compliment perhaps? Of course she didn't have to wonder for very long as he continued, “But she never wore anything quite as stylish as all that.”
His tone was almost matter of fact but there was a hint of appreciation within it and it very much colored his flattery. Enough to leave Ming momentarily disarmed by his remarks, “Thank you.”
He flashed her a smile that could've been cocky, earnest, or even reserved and Ming could only stand there while he grinned at her. She didn't have anything else to say to him and in truth she didn't want to say anything else to him. His professionalism was already unacceptable and she refused to indulge it any longer. She would've thrown him out entirely had it not been for how long she'd already waited. Or at least that's what she told herself as she remained rooted in place while the giant, muscular man fixing her television continued to grin. Not so much at her as in general. Even when he returned to his work altogether and didn't look at her any longer he was still smiling in that exact same way. Which unsurprisingly led to more conversation.
“Sorry again for the delay Mrs. Lee.” He said out of nowhere, “If I'd known there was gonna be an accident I would've left a lot sooner. I'd hate to think I kept you from your important job!”
Furrowing her brow ever so slightly Ming watched him with narrowed eyes and asked, “What are you talking about? You don't know what my job is.”
“No but I gotta figure you do something important if you're dressed up so nicely at home.” He casually said, “Unless of course you just dress like that all the time... but if that's the case then you've still got to have an important job. Those sorts of fancy clothes can't be cheap!”
“They're not.” Ming said before she could really stop herself. “Thank you for noticing.”
The repairman smiled at her but mercifully didn't say anything else. He just went back to work and Ming continued to watch him for a few more seconds. Until her eyes darted down to his chest and, for the first time, noticed the name sewn into the front. She hadn't even thought to look for it and she hadn't even cared about what he was called. At least not until she saw “John” written there and her gaze jumped back up to his face. He was still working and still smiling as he checked the screen and fiddled with the back end of the television but she could tell he knew she was watching him. New that was watching him differently than beore. So naturally Ming endeavored to change that immediately as she folded her arms a bit tighter and scowled all the more deeply.
“How much longer will it take?” She asked in as terse a voice as she could manage.
“Not much longer.” John replied, “Assuming this works.”
Slowly letting out a breath Ming turned away from him again and busied herself with fixing the pillows and cushions of the couch. Despite them already being immaculate after an earlier bout of adjusting while she waited for John to show up in the first place. And once again she could feel him looking at her while she did so. But this time she wasn't immediately incensed by his attention roaming further than it should've. A large part of her still was but a smaller yet no less noticeable part felt something entirely different. Something she refused to acknowledge as she straightened and turned back around in the hopes of catching him. Maybe yelling at him and distracting herself for a little while in the process. But sadly he was dutifully looking at the T.V. despite moments before staring at her behind so unmistakably she could still feel his eyes on her. Though his smile did seem to betray that fact they both knew beyond any doubt. She could even see it in his eyes when he glanced at her while standing up yet again.
Avoiding his gaze and chastising herself Ming looked out the nearest window as she hastily thought, “What am I doing right now?! What am I thinking?! I'm married! Happily! It doesn't matter what kind of silly little fantasies I used to have! I'm married! And this is inappropriate regardless! Stop it! Stop it right now!”
“IS everything all right miss?” John asked.
“Of course!” She snapped, only to falter upon realizing he called her miss instead of Mrs for the second time, “Of course. How much longer will you be?”
“I think I'm just about done.” He said with a smile she didn't quite understand. And was too distracted to really think about for very long. Mostly by the slightly conflicted reaction she had to news that should've been entirely positive, “I'll be outta your pretty hair in no time!”
“Good.”
John stood up and put away the tool he was holding before collecting the remote and shutting the T.V. off altogether. Ming watched it for a moment, then watched him for a few moments after that while he just smiled as he stared at the black screen, “I'm givin it a little time to reboot.” He explained, “And if that doesn't work I've still got a few more things to try.”
“I see.”
The short, tense pause following her reply was quickly broken by John turning the T.V. back on and Ming almost reflexively breathing a sigh of relief as they were greeted by static again. She quickly masked her sigh with a more acceptable scoff as she forced a scowl onto her face an instant before he looked at her. Not that John's smile faltered in the slightest as he did.
“Looks like I'm not leaving yet!” He laughed. But while his tone was jovial and his smile genuine, as far as Ming knew, his dark eyes sparkled with something altogether different. Almost like an eager challenge. Though what he was challenging she couldn't possibly say. “Don't worry Mrs. Lee, I'll get the T.V. fixed in a jiffy!”
“Ming.” She said without thinking, immediately drawing his attention back to her a moment after he looked away, “You can call me Ming.”
Lighting up like fireworks in a cloudless sky John's eyes sparkled with an enthusiasm Ming couldn't have expected. And wasn't the least bit prepared for. Especially when he gave her a small nod immediately after before returning to work. Of all the reactions she'd expected or wanted that hadn't so much as crossed her mind! For a moment she was so taken aback she even wondered how much of it all was true and how much had simply blossomed in her mind at the whims of a silly little fantasy Ming couldn't quite let go of.
Luckily before she could do anything foolish John glanced at her again and any doubts she might've had vanished in the blink of an eye. There was no mistaking his look nor the way he looked at her, electricity crackling in the air between them like a thunderstorm was about to arrive. Her cheeks darkened even as the rest of her face remained as stoic as could be but there was no hiding her thoughts from him. Ming could all but feel them on her face almost as clearly as she felt the temperature of the room around her slowly increase. Or perhaps it was merely her skin as the mountain of a man kneeling just a few feet away let out a chuckle. Whether at something she did without realizing or merely at the entirely situation there was no telling but it hardly mattered. His laughter sent her heart aflutter all the same and she still did her very best to act responsibly. Perhaps for the last time.
“I just remembered,” She said in a slightly shaky voice, “I need to make an important call. In the other room. I assume you'll be able to finish without me. Finish working on the television without me.”
“Of course.” John smoothly replied, “But I can't leave until you confirm everything's working the way it did before.” His grin shifted just a little bit while he shifted behind the T.V. a bit more. Which put him in the perfect position to stare directly at her as he worked, “So hopefully it's not too important of a call!”
Making a sound caught somewhere between a gasp and a scoff Ming nodded at him and scurried away as quickly as she could without being too obvious. She disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door behind her without even trying to be subtle about her nerves. And rather than even pretending to follow through on her lie she sat at the edge of her bed with a sigh, covering her face with her hands and doing her best not to think about what would happen. What she wanted to happen and what she knew she couldn't let happen. For her husband, her family, her own sense of pride and self respect. There were a myriad of reasons not to even consider what was going through her mind. But as the seconds melted away into minutes without her realizing it Ming struggled to fully embrace any one of those notions no matter how persuasive they might've been. Really she struggled to do much of anything beyond picturing the towering slab of muscle no doubt grinning in the other room. She couldn't get his smile out of her mind nor the way his eyes so freely looked at her body. And the feeling of being stared at like that was somehow even more overwhelming. As if she'd never been ogled before!
Though mercifully more gentle than how he'd arrived at her front door John's soft knock at Ming's bedroom door still shocked her beyond words. She still jumped to her feet as her heart skipped a beat and adrenaline pumped through her body. By the time she'd even properly considered what was happening she was opening the door to find him looming over her once again. Only this time he was holding the television remote in his hand while he continued to flash that knowing smile.
“Everything's all fixed up!” He cheerfully remarked, holding out the remote in the flat of his massive, calloused hand, “I just need you to confirm everything's working like it should and I'll be outta your hair! So you can get back to your phone call.”
Clenching her jaw and taking as deep and composing a breath as she could Ming stared up at him for a moment before looking at the remote. She reached out for it a second later upon realizing how awkwardly she was standing there and she did her best to simply take it. To pick it up like everything was perfectly normal. Instead her eyes darted back to his as her fingers brushed against his palm for just a heartbeat too long. No more than a split second but more than enough to feel his skin against her own. And feel the roughness of his hands against her soft, porcelain skin. Which only left her aching to feel that some roughness everywhere else on her bo—
“Thank you.” She finally said. Interrupting her thoughts as best she could Ming took the remote and looked at him with what she hoped was a neutral expression, “I'll test it out right away.”
John stepped aside without comment but he hardly needed to comment. Just being in his presence and being subjected to that grin was more than Ming could bear. Certainly more than she expected to bear as she walked into the living room. Thankfully he didn't say nor do anything untoward while he followed her. Instead they were left in an almost deafening silence until Ming turned the television on and mindlessly pressed a few random buttons. She wasn't even paying attention to the T.V. as muscle memory took over. She was entirely too busy focusing on the presence of the man behind her.
Standing just close enough to make it impossible for Ming to think about anything else but just far enough away that he wasn't crowding her John had to know what he was doing. He had to know the sheer weight of his presence at her back was making it impossible to do anything else! Even simply the faint smell of his and natural musk was devastating all on it's own! He must've been aware of it!
Which of course meant he was doing it all on purpose as he smiled down at her. As she felt his breath against her and all but waited for his hands to do the same. Though somehow he managed to resist that temptation with more self control than she'd been able to show up to that point! And far more self control than she'd likely ever be able to muster while she stood in his overwhelming presence. Mind was already lost in a dozen different thoughts and a dozen different desires as she continued to hammer away at the buttons like she was trying to break the television all over again. Yet try as she might not a single one of them had anything to do with simply turning off the T.V. and telling John he'd finished the job. It would've been so incredibly simple and it would've saved her from doing anything more she might regret and it never once occurred to Ming.
Instead she 'finished' her own testing and said in a quiet voice, “I think it's still broken.”
Another unbearably heavy silence fell over them despite the sounds coming from the television and it was almost enough to bring her back to her senses. If it'd lasted just a little longer before John said, “Oh really? What's wrong with it?”
Ming opened her mouth to give some banal, unimportant excuse but before she could get a word out John stepped closer. Close enough to feel his chest against the back of her head and something else pushing against the small of her back. If only for just a moment before she was distracted by his muscular arm slipping around her to take the remote.
Or rather to slowly cover her hand with his own as he cupped her fingers and held the remote alongside her. Even letting his thumb brush against hers while he reached for one of the buttons. Ming couldn't begin to fathom which one as she stared ahead with an increasingly vacant expression, her eyes glassy and her lips trembling. Though his other hand was nowhere to be found she expected to feel it on her hip at any moment while John turned the volume down. Though to say it was only an expectation would've been a bold faced lie. She wanted his hand on her hip.
And that's exactly what he gave her as he asked, “What's wrong with the television?” in a low voice entirely not appropriate to a professional circumstance. But exactly what she wanted to hear as his enormous hand rested on her hip. “I'd be happy to fix it right away...”
For a moment Ming didn't know how to respond to those words. Didn't know what to say as a jumble of thoughts and urges flickered through her mind. But a moment after that everything was so crystal clear it was impossible not to respond. Although she still couldn't find the words to actually say anything to him. Instead she simply laid a hand over the one resting on her hip and guided it away. Up across her stomach and beneath her blazer. She felt John shiver just the tiniest bit as she did and that only made her tremble all the more as his fingers trailed across her body. With only her suddenly much to heavy dress separating them both.
Even if that same striped teal and aquamarine fabric had never felt more thin when his fingers were finally cupping her chest. When his hand was entirely smothering her small, perky breasts like she was no more than a toy in his capable grasp. He could touch both without even trying and the flat of his gigantic palm so entirely covered one it stole her breath away. Or maybe that was simply the toe curling shock of him lightly squeezing after she stopped guiding him. He didn't miss a beat as he oh so gently groped her body. Not quite as hard as she wanted yet still hard enough to send a moan tumbling from Ming's lips he pulled her against him and held her close while she could only shiver. Shiver and drop the last pretense she was still clinging to. Though she didn't even hear the remote hit the floor and she certainly didn't pay it any attention after it slipped from her fingers. Ming was already too far gone to do anything but let out another whimper as she reached back to the man behind her. Reached up to try and wrap her arms around his shoulders and cling to the back of his neck.
But it wasn't until he lowered himself to kiss her cheek and work his way down her jaw that she even had the chance! And at that point she was already too overcome to really think straight. The softness of his lips paired with the harshness of his stubble against her flawless skin ravished her like nothing else she'd known. Far more than she could've imagined from such a simple thing!
“Ohhhhh John!” Ming whispered, one hand clumsily holding the back of his neck as the other covered his once again. He let out a quiet chuckle as he kissed all along her neck and softly groped her breasts with both hands and she couldn't have stopped herself from moaning if she tried, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh John!”
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” He asked. His breath was unimaginably warm in her ear and the teasing pleasure of his lips against her as he spoke drove Ming wild, “I don't want to—”
“No!” She moaned, “We'll stay right here! We'll stay right here! We'll stay right here!”
Repeating herself without really meaning to and without really thinking about what she was doing regardless Ming covered both of his hands with her own and pressed them even more roughly into her chest. Enough to finally give him a sense of what she wanted and even bask in the reward for a handful of seconds as he groped and fondled her breasts even harder. Only to suddenly pull his hands away entirely without a word of explanation. Only a pent up little moan as she whirled around to face him in a sudden swell of excitement.
“What are you—”
“I want your cock!” Ming interrupted, sinking to her knees in front of him and moaning in utter delight as she fumbled with his jeans. Though very pointedly not the tool belt resting over them. “I want your big... fat... cock!”
John barely had time to react before she was tugging his pants down and greedily doing the same to his boxers. Before all eleven inches of his massive prick flopped into view and Ming was suddenly overwhelmed by the musky smell of his arousal. Of his gorgeously heavy balls sagging down behind the biggest dick she'd ever laid eye on! And it wasn't even close!
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!” She moaned, wrapping both hands around his shaft and lifting the tip up to her mouth, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!”
Almost cradling his prick just beneath the head one hand lightly squeezed his cock while the other absolutely flew up and down it in long, giddy strokes. She didn't waste even a second relishing every single inch of his unbelievably large dick. All the while shuddering and squirming in abject delight as a flood of desire crashed through her body like a tidal wave. Though somehow she managed to avoid acting on it immediately. Instead she held back just long enough to look up at John with an impish gleam in her eyes as she said something she knew any man in his position would want to hear.
“I wish my husband was as big as you!” Ming whispered. But as those words lingered in the air for a moment she cheekily added, “None of the men I've ever dated were as big as you...”
John's brow furrowed at her remark and he almost seemed confused by the pointed words but she didn't give him long to dwell on it. Mind was far too eager for that as she kissed the tip of his cock and finally tasted some of that delicious precum waiting for her. Even leaving a small lipstick mark when she pulled away, though it was nowhere near as thick as she liked. Which only meant she had to linger just a bit longer when she kissed his cock again, this time just a few centimeters past the head and along that gorgeously thick shaft. Quickly earning herself a goody smear of precum across her cheek as a reward for her efforts.
A sudden flash of understanding spread across John's handsome features, followed immediately by a knowing smile as he reached down to lay a hand on her hand. And quickly tangle his fingers in her once perfectly maintained tresses as he slowly grabbed a fistful of them while saying, “I'm not surprised... but I'm glad you can finally enjoy a real dick!”
“So am I!” Ming gasped, cradling his sack with both hands while she kissed her way down his shaft in a little flurry of movement, “My husband has never been enough for me... men like him have never been enough for me!”
“Well you don't have to worry about that anymore... I'm here until the job's done! As long as you need me...”
Ming couldn't help but shudder at those words, an almost violent tremor rippling through her entire body as she returned to the head of his cock. But rather than swallowing it like she wanted, or he probably expected, she decided to satisfy another fetish she'd been stifling. There was no earthly way she'd be able to suck John's massive dick! Even trying to take her husband's like that made her gag more than she was comfortable with and Jin's wasn't even half as long! And so much less girthy it was almost unfair to compare them both. Though she still trembled with giddy delight every single time she did. So much so Ming struggled to think of anything else as she cupped his balls and tenderly massaged them, endlessly coaxing out thick loads of precum as she did.
Her lips were already painted in his arousal before too long and the bittersweet ecstasy of that warmth was so thick and heady on her tongue it felt like she might pass out! And she wasn't even trying to swallow it! John's precum just seeped into her mouth with nearly every kiss and slowly coated so much of her tongue it was inescapable. Not that she was complaining of course.
John certainly didn't have anything to complain about either as the desire burning within Ming only continued to burn hotter and hotter with every passing moment. With every kiss and every messy little taste of his arousal sneaking past her lips. Yet for all her excitement and passion she still didn't go further than she already had. As much as she might've wanted to take as much of his dick sa she could before her sensitive gag reflex kicked in Ming resolved herself to something even sexier. Though she made sure not to explain herself to John as he panted and moaned with every soft stroke of her increasingly sloppy lips. She could see how badly he wanted more in his eyes and that need, that animalistic want, excited her beyond words. It sent her kissing all the way down the other side of his cock in a burst of breathless moans and frantic delight. All the while making sure his dick was constantly pressed against her cheek and throbbing against her skin as she practically worshiped it like some holy relic.
Although as she reached the base of his prick for the second time Ming did finally change things up just a little bit. Not quite in the ways John undoubtedly wanted but she planted a lingering kiss on the skin just above his prick. Right in the center of his little patch of stubble. And she made sure to leave a clear, messy lipstick mark on his skin before she finally pulled away. As clear as she could get while her lips were smeared with his cum. Not that he seemed to mind the imperfections. John's cock still absolutely raged against her cheek and he still soaked her blazer with gooey spurts of arousal regardless. To her ever growing and constantly overwhelming delight.
“I bet your husband isn't even eight inches!” John groaned, his grip around the fistful of her hair tightening as he guided her down to his balls. “I don't know how women can stand such small guys... you must've been dying for a real dick!”
“He's not even close to eight inches!” Ming whimpered. Speaking between kisses as she worshiped his fat, musky balls with complete abandon she shuddered all the more and practically clung to his legs like she was drowning. “None of the men I've dated were! I didn't think any of the men in Chinatown could ever be that big! Certainly not any of the men my family wanted me to date!”
Shifting even lower to all but smother herself with his sack and drape his cock across her face Ming squirmed at her own words and delighted in how much John enjoyed them. He didn't have to say anything in the aftermath of her comments. Just feeling his prick throbbing almost as hard as his balls tightened told her everything she wanted to hear. Of course she certainly didn't mind when he spoke up again after a few seconds of enjoying her kissing frenzy. Even if she struggled to entirely hear him over her own madly pounding heart.
“It sounds like you shoulda called me a while ago!” He moaned, “I could've been giving you a real cock for years now! Something your limp dicked husband wouldn't know anything about!”
Another wild quiver rolled through her body so fast and so hard Ming couldn't possibly fight against it, she could only cling to John all the more and wait for it to pass. All so she could continue to lavish his balls with attention for a little while longer before slowly shifting away once again. Slowly setting her sights on his broad, muscular thighs. Though she was careful to never move so far away his wonderfully fat dick wasn't touching her face and smearing her skin with precum. Her skin or her thoroughly ruined hair. Ming didn't have a preference so long as he kept trembling and kept making an absolute mess of her. And especially so long as he continued to tremble and shake under the weight of her teasing kisses and utter refusal to do anything more.
She could tell he wasn't sure what she was doing. She could see it in his eyes every time she looked up at him while she kissed all over his thighs. As she gradually worked her way up to the beautifully sculpted abs above his even more beautiful cock. Ming had never loved a confused look more than she did in those moments. And it never fueled her more as she squirmed in pure delight.
Feverishly rubbing her legs together under her dress Ming only smiled at him as her lips marked more and more of his body. Every inch she could comfortable reach while her hands returned to his balls and one even found it's way to his cock. Though rather than stroking his breathtaking length she simply pulled it closer to her face. Almost nuzzling against as she made a steady path across his stomach and across his abs one by one until they were entirely covered in lipstick kisses. And when she finally returned to his prick again John let out the sweetest groan yet.
“Goddamn! Do you give your sad litle husband this kind of attention to?” He asked in a breathless moan, “Even though he's got nothing to work with?”
“I try to sometimes...” Ming answered honestly. Although she was still absolutely thrilled by the admission despite the sad truth behind it, “But he never lasts long enough... he would've already cum by now! And it's never as much as I want... it's not even as much as you're giving me right now!”
Her words were met with even more groans as John stiffened against her. His cock swelled particularly hard against her lips and she just barely managed to reach the top before a massive dollop of precum oozed out. But she didn't even try to swallow it. Instead she let it smear across her already totally ruined lipstick, drooling down her chin and soaking more of her face in that musky warmth. All before she planted another soft kiss on his tip and slowly worked her way down the underside of his dick in exactly the same way she'd worshiped the other sides. As if she was determined to cover every centimeter in as many marks as she could manage. But that would've required far more self control and forethought than Ming was capable of.
With her body absolutely on fire and her sensitive pussy so wet she could feel it staining her dress, and maybe even the floor, there was no room for conscious thought. Nor any kind of coherent intention behind her actions. She might've been guided by another kinky fantasy when she started but even that was too much for Ming as she found her way to John's other thigh. As she tormented them both with an onslaught of kisses all along his skin in a wickedly tantalizing return to his abs and eventually the cock she'd been worshiping all along. Her hair was a complete mess and her eyes were constantly on the verge of rolling back in her head yet still she wanted more. More than she could say and more than she could possibly fathom as the pleasure of it all cascaded through her. But even more than that the anticipation of what she truly wanted. Because throughout all her efforts she could feel how much harder John's cock was throbbing and how much closer he was getting to finally erupting.
There was no telling how long it would actually take but Ming was beside herself with excitement at the mere prospect. Between every kiss she let out a breathless moan. Between every moan she gave him another wet, passionate kiss. And the entire time she was constantly roaming across as much of his body as she could reach. Covering his thighs and abs and hips and cock with increasingly sloppy marks as she worked them both into an absolutely frenzy.
But perhaps most thrilling of all was the simple fact that John never tried to take over. He never tried to push his cock down her throat or pull her away to fuck her sopping wet pussy. Ming wouldn't have been able to stop him if he'd done either or anything else, and she wouldn't have wanted to, but she was unimaginably glad he didn't. In spite of how confused he continued to be regardless of how hard his legs shook or how wildly his cock throbbed. He clearly didn't understand what she was doing and what she fantasy she was trying to satisfy but he didn't interrupt. And he seemed to enjoy himself plenty as her lips constantly brushed against his skin. As she absolutely painted his body in marks with such complete abandon it was almost absurd at times. Yet she never stayed away from his cock or his balls for very long. Never long enough to leave him too pent up to stand by and let her worship his fat prick like it deserved. Even in the state she'd been reduced to Ming always managed to walk that line with effortless perfection.
Not that she was doing any of it consciously. In truth she couldn't keep herself away from his amazing cock any longer than she did. And the harder it throbbed against her cheeks or face or anywhere else the more desperately she craved it. Craved kissing all along it and tasting his precum and simply reveling in the sheer size and power of such an unbelievably large prick. All at once terrified by it and completely enthralled she couldn't get enough no matter how long she knelt there. Even after countless minutes lavishing him with attention! Even after leaving him so thoroughly covered in kisses her lipstick had been almost completely rubbed off. Ming was entirely lost in her own pleasures and the pleasure she caused, nothing could snap her out of it.
Nothing except John's other hand suddenly finding her hair and gripping it every bit as tightly. That little flash of pain as he pulled at her silky black tresses, alongside his animalistic groan, was more than enough to make her realize what was about to happen. And to send her rushing back down to his cock after slowly kissing around his navel and even drifting higher to reach his rippling chest. A rush of adrenaline lanced through her the instant she understood the treat she was about to receive and a wave of pure bliss cascaded through her moments later. Only to be completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy of John crying out before she'd even moaned.
“I'm gonna cum!”
Those three simple words pushed her over the edge without her ever touching her pussy. Without her ever doing anything more than tormenting them both with the anticipation of what might be if she only went a little bit further. Her eyes disappeared into the back of her head as the most uncontrollable shudders rolled through her. Fountains of warmth gushed from her sex to drench her already sopping wet dress and stain the carpet beneath her feet in a shower of ecstasy. All the while her hips rolled and bucked against nothing, her legs splayed wide and lips pressed tight against the swollen head of his cock throughout. At least until the first gooey jets of spunk erupted from his tip to spray across her face and entirely coat her in the warmth she'd been craving for so very long. The final part of a fantasy she had harbored for longer than she could remember. So long it seemed like it would never happen. Which only made reality that much more exquisite!
John coated her face in cum with each and every load. Even a single spurt was enough to splatter her forehead and soak her cheeks in a toe curling deluge of fresh jizz. But with so, so many more to enjoy after that Ming was well and truly overcome by her pleasure. By the ecstasy within and without her body as she squirted like a broken hydrant and a total stranger covered her in spunk.
Their shared bliss couldn't have lasted more than a minute at the very most but by the time he was finished coating her face and soaking her hair Ming could've sworn she'd been there for hours. Every inch of her body ached from the madcap tremors still roaring through her and the heady smell of her arousal was so thick in the air she could barely breathe. Not at all helped, but not at all hurt, by the equally heady smell of his cum clogging her breath and oozing into her mouth as she panted and moaned in the aftermath.
There was so much every pass of her tongue across her lips gave her another mouthful to gulp down and she easily could've remained there for the rest of her afterglow. Especially as the pleasure of it all continued to reverberate through her while she practically crumpled under the weight of the spunk soaking her face. It felt so heavy and yet so liberating all at the same time she never wanted to experience anything else. A desire only amplified by John finally pulling away, his half hard cock sliding off her lips as she heard him take a step back. Though it still took Ming a few more seconds to find the wherewithal to stand and a few more after that to wipe the spunk from her eyes so she could look at him.
“That was amazing...” He panted. “How about we keep things going and—”
“Your services are no longer required.” She interrupted, pulling her messy blazer back into place and licking her lips while gooey strands of cum dripped off her face, “I appreciate your help.”
Looking at her like she'd just grown a second head John could only stare for a few seconds before finally getting the hint and nodding. “All right... if you're sure there's nothing else you want me to do... I'll get outta your hair.”
“Thank you.” Acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary despite the cum staining her blazer and dress and even dripping across the pendant he'd complimented earlier Ming escorted him to the door without another word. Though as he stepped through it she couldn't help but say, “I'll be sure to ask for you personally the next time we need your services.”
“Sounds good!” John replied, an ear to ear grin lighting up his face, “See you soon Ming—Mrs. Lee.”
“See you soon.” She replied.
Curtly shutting the door a moment later Ming didn't make it two steps before collapsing. She dropped to her knees with a breathless squeal and buried a hand between her legs. Slumping against the wall in a thoroughly devastated heap she feverishly wiped the cum from her face and sucked it off her fingers as she rubbed her pussy, focusing intently on her clit with every stroke.
“I'll need to break the television!” Ming whimpered, a plan already forming in her pleasure addled head, “The next time Jin is away... the next time he's out of the house... nest week maybe... I think he's gone next week! I can't wait any longer... I can't wait any longer than that!” She let out a sound caught between a moan and a laugh as she collapsed entirely against the wall and said, “I'm not sure I can even wait that long!”
