Snap Kelli’s iPhone camera flash goes off quickly illuminating her Pho she just made for lunch.
She quickly adds the picture to her Instagram, tagging her family restaurant #chensplace, and immediately getting 500 likes.
Inhaling the delicious lemongrass aroma in the air, I whisper, “Thank you Daddy.” For if it wasn’t for him, her family would not have been so successful. Her Father was a hard working man and it was a shame he left them so early in life. Her family immigrated when she was a young girl, and her parents worked so hard for the family. They opened up a restaurant in Boston, with authentic Vietnamese food, and it wasn’t until they were mentioned on TV network Bizarre Foods for their famous Pha Lau (Cow intestine Soup) that they were put on the map. Since then, famous celebrities stop by when they come to visit, and especially regulars who were locals, such as Chris Evans who once rented out the entire place for a Birthday Party. Who also spent the night with her…but we won’t get into that.
Sitting at the table, the soup is fogging my glasses up, so I take them off to eat. I should wear contacts, but I just never got the hang of it. They would fall out when I’m taking a shower, just scratching my eye, and lets not talk about swimming! Besides, Spencer liked my cat eye, black thick frame glasses anyways. “If you couldn’t look more Asian,” he would always say, “my little Ali Wong.”
I shift in my chair, are my jeans too tight? My pussy is sore, Spencer and I have been overdoing it lately, trying to make up for lost time. I close my eyes and think about last night, Spencer fucking me from behind, his thick cock in my ass, bent completely over me while desperately shoving my vibrating dildo inside my pussy. I’m doing everything I can to stay up on all fours, but I’m just limp, in his arms, surrendered begging him not to stop, asking for another orgasm and another. We both get too carried away at times, just too rough with one another. When I can’t take it, when Spencer has his hard dick shoved into me repeatedly, I slap, I scratch his forearms trying to dig him deeper into me- as if I needed to feel his dick from my pussy to my throat, and if he’s close enough, leaned in enough with his shoulder, instead of tenderly kisses, I bite and draw blood. His dick is just too good. When we get too excited with our bedroom toys, I should tell Spencer to stop, even though it doesn’t seem like it hurts with all the adrenaline pumping in me, I know feeling him shove that dildo inside my pussy over and over (because I’m yelling for him not to stop) is going to hurt the next day. And here we are.
I sent Spencer a quick text “My pussy is so fucking sore.” and he replies back with a “That’s okay, I can use your tits or your mouth for a bit and give her a break.” I laugh as Spencer refers to my vagina as a her. I don’t care what he calls it, as long as he doesn’t stop fucking it.
Finishing up eating, I go upstairs to find some ointment for my pussy. It really is raw, and fucking throbbing. Spencer really did a number on this one. “Hang on girl,” I say out loud to my vagina, as if the throbbing is her whining and begging me to take a break from fucking Spencer.
I undress my bottoms, and hike my leg up on the bathroom counter. I see the redness from my light brown skin pussy, always waxed and bleached, always ready for him. I place the ointment gently on the lips of my glory, inhaling slowly, trying not to get turned on. “Come ON,” I whisper frustrated how easily I get wet over any bare touch of my pussy. “I’m just putting ointment on, no time to play..” That was a lie. I watch from the mirror as my fingers slowly dig inside and I throw my head back, letting my black hair tousled behind my shoulders, inhaling sharply. I rub my fingers slowly inside me and out, then I use my entire hand, palming my entire pussy, all the way back and tease myself with my anal entrance. Wait a min….if I just put the camera phone here….I thought to myself, with one leg still hiked up placing my iphone to video selfie mode in front of the mirror, it’s aimed directly at me and my opening front. I unsnap my bra and let my, excuse me, Spencer’s snow globes, as he likes to call them, fall out. The way my tits bounce out and hits my thigh I moan out. I hit record and send Spencer what he’s missing out on.
I drive to the heart of downtown, park and make way to the restaurant. I’m wanting to hang out, check up on everyone make sure everyone is doing ok. Mom hired Aunts, Uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews who were old enough to work. Employing through the family can be good and bad, I use to help handle things, until we officially hired management to control all that, so there’s absolutely no room for anyone to be taken advantage of. It’s a hot day, in August, with school starting, you think traffic and people would be less, but it’s not, Boston always stays busy. I opted for a summer dress, no underwear, letting my pussy air out hopefully ready for another beating that Spencer promised after seeing her video she sent him.
I walk in, saying hi, giving hugs, kisses on cheeks asking about family talking about their kids. Answering questions about Spencer, assuring concerned Aunts that this successful man isn’t cheating on me, or using me, and that he does love and adore me. I ordered some Spring Rolls, and sit in my usual spot with my laptop.
Just then the bell hung on the door rang, causing some to look up and others who hear that bell everyday to ignore. Khaki shorts, and slim fit button up light blue shirt, Spencer walks in flashing a grin my way. He doesn’t look away until one of my Aunts stops him to say hello, and I roll my eyes because it’s the same Aunt that questions his loyalty to me, so she’s only saying hello to sense if he’s cheating for herself. Just looking at that man I’m getting turned on, and I’m wishing I wore underwear…with a pad or something. Turning his head while listening to my Aunt, Spencer sees me squirm and gives me a wink, and I inhale sharply, he fucking knows. I get up from my chair, seeing that Spencer is stopped by one of my nieces who has a crush on him and can’t hide it well, and I head to the bathroom. I need to wipe, and standing I can feel my juices run down my thighs. I come back and Spencer is sitting at the table, looking at his phone.
“Hey baby,” He looks up grinning adjusting himself under the table, as it seems his dick likes what it sees in my dress. His eyes drop down to my chest, as I opted to not wear a bra as well, and while wiping myself off in the bathroom, my nipples had harden. Spencer licks his lips slowly, and I have to look away. I sit right next to him in the booth seat with the intentions of giving him a sweet short kiss, but he keeps his lips on mine, slipping his tongue across my lips. He pulls away but not far from my face, our noses brushing each others, eyes almost closed, but I can see his lust in his. He leans in to my right and whispers, “The minute I get you alone, I promise you are not going to walk for a week.” I smile and look down breathing deeply, laughing pretending he told me a joke. And I have to wipe again.
Teasingly, I say, “I have to have my spring rolls first.”
“I got your damn spring roll.”
Chatting for a bit, one of my cousins walks up and says they need me in the back. She’s speaking in Vietnamese, so respectfully I respond back in the same manner and tell Spencer I’ll be right back. He groans, as I know he wanted to leave pretty soon. He shoves a spring roll in his mouth looking like a mad, pitiful little boy. Walking towards the back, I speak in Vietnamese saying that I no longer handle any affairs for the restaurant, and that any issues needs to be held with the management we hired. She replied saying she understands and that she just wanted me to see the new food storage placement she thought of. Staring at her arrangement I could see how proud she was and I gave her the praise she was wanting to hear. Listening to her organizing stories, I tune out, bored. My phone buzzes, thankfully, whatever text it is, I’m going to use it as my exit.
Meet me in the back. – Spence
Of the restaurant? What are you doing there? – Me
Come here. -Spence
Confused I excuse myself pretending to be in a hurry and walk out the back of the restaurant. It’s finally starting to cool down and the August breeze feels good.
“Spence?” I don’t see him and I start to panic. There’s a family of stray cats outside. They hang around here, because the entire staff feeds them when they are all on a break back here.
Meeeeooooow one of them screeches at me. They are annoying loud.
Nope, I don’t have food, sorry!
Raaarrraaaheee, it growls back at me loudly, showing how displeased they are.
Ugh, I’m sorry, now get! I shoo them away.
“Shhhh,” I hear Spencer from behind the recycling.
I walk behind there in the alley between our building and the neighbors, looking to see where he was at and immediately I am grabbed from the side of my neck and pulled in. Both thick hands squeezing around my neck and I gasp loud. My vision is blurred but immediately clears and it’s Spencer’s face. He releases my neck just a little and lets me breathe.
“What’s wrong with you,” I gasp for air. He’s eye level to me and he looks angry. “Hey, what’s going – ” I stop speaking while his right hand runs down my neck and pulls down my strapless dress on one side allowing one tit to pop out. He squeezes my breast, kneading, then pinches my nipple, hard. Wet, in pain, and still a bit confused, I gasp in air. He catches my breath giving me a deep kiss, throwing his tongue down my throat as far as he can, flicking my nipple then squeezing. We break apart keeping close to each other, cause I missed him. “Lets go home.”
“No.” He said so abruptly.
I stand there staring at him listening to the cars drive by on the street. He grabs my waist and pulls me against his hard cock. Naturally my body responds rolling my hips. Spencer groans, and walks me backwards to the brick wall. He lifts my left leg up, while his other hand unzips his pants, digs in deeper and pulls out his hard cock. “We can’t Spence,” I whine, “take me home baby, let me suck that cock all the way home,” I pout, “you can play with my ass…” I sing teasingly.
In response to that, Spencer lifts me completely up against the wall, hiking my other leg up, I have hold onto his shoulders to keep myself up, my pussy fully expose for the sun. Another car drives by and my breathing gets faster, someone is going to see us.
“That pussy smells so good,” skillfully Spencer props his body against mine using only one hand and the other carefully rubs my entrance, his thumb slowly circling the lips. I moan and he gives my pussy a quick flick with his fingers and I wince. “Shhhh, baby, I’m going to make it feel good, I promise.”
Being outside, hearing the traffic, knowing any one of my family members can walk outside and see us, is forgotten. I lace my fingers together behind his head, stare only at the man in front of me. “Promise?” I smirk. Spencer’s eyes turn dark and immediately he’s inside of me. We both grunt, a hunger that has been wanted all day, finally has been fed. I didn’t care what was happening, I didn’t care who saw us, I needed to give this man everything right now or it was going to kill me. Spencer grabs a hold of my bottom and I immediately start bouncing on him, deeper and deeper he went inside, I let go of his neck to pull my dress down and expose my tits to bounce. This kind of fucking, deserves a nice tit show, all just for him. Leaned completely against the wall, he steps back allowing my body to lean more. Without taking himself out of me, he rotates his hips in a rocking motion, shoving himself inside, his dick swimming inside of me, teasing me over the edge. I lean forward forcing Spencer to catch and I start to grind my hips against him.
“Spencer, I need this now, give it to me you fucking asshole.” I dig my nails into his back and bite down on his shoulder.
MEEOOOOOWWWWW, we both hear the cats roaming around us, as if rooting us on for the climax. One of them is circling around Spencer’s ankles. Fuck off kitty, this is the only pussy he needs.
“Fucking hell, Kelli,” he screams out, making me ride against him even faster and harder. I love hearing my name yelled out, in desperation, in need, in love. “Come Kelli, come now, come on this dick, all over.”
His low voice sends me over. I scream out, I don’t care who hears me, my body jolts, and rides me over the waves.
“Fuck baby,” he groans, and I know he feels me milking his dick, I’ve always been a squirter. He screams out, fingers digging in my ribs from holding me up and releasing himself. I faintly hear a car horn honk – does someone see us? Who cares, enjoy the fucking show. He thrust letting his dick completely come out and shove back in, while he bust himself inside of me, I swear I can feel the juices inside, creamy and milky.
He slowly lets me down to earth, both of breathing heavy and satisfied. Spencer deeply kisses me while pulling my top up over my breasts, giving himself a nice handful of feeling them as he does so. I look up at him grinning, just happy, satisfied and I carefully place his member back into his pants, and underneath his underwear. All the time us both never losing eye contact. Touching him again, makes me want him all over again.
As if he was reading my mind, he says, “It wont take long, he’ll be ready again for another party.”
I smirk and we walk hand in hand back to our cars, my pussy deliciously raw. I pass by the front of the restaurant where I see my Aunt wiping a table down. I try not to make eye contact, but I know she’s staring, so I look up. She smiles at me, in a knowingly way, nods, and winks. Maybe this cat was just a little too loud in the alley.