Happy Chinese New Year! I consider myself a cultural woman, so I love to celebrate diversity. Chinese New Year is not like our new year. It is a celebration of a culture’s elders and deities; a very spiritual holiday, but one often accompanied by fancy parades, fireworks and kick ass food. My husband and I went to Chinatown last night for dinner and the parade to launch the holiday. The Chinese bus boy couldn’t take his eyes off of me, much to the chagrin of my husband. He looked very young. I’m not trying to stereotype here, but I always heard Chinese men in general had small cocks. I’m a size queen, so I have never been with an Asian man. This boy toy gave me his number right in front of my husband. His bravado was sexy. Usually men with that kind of confidence have ample equipment. I was intrigued now.
My husband was not amused, but he knows he can’t satisfy me sexually, so he puts up with my extracurricular activities. Immediately my cucky hubby started making small dick jokes. Hello pot, this is the kettle, you are black too! The little boy toy heard us talking I guess. He marched over to me, grabbed my hand, and placed it on his crotch. OMG it was huge. I mean not at all what I expected. He looked at my husband and said, “I’m the real man here.” He was right. My hubby has a broke down clit stick, and this boy half his age, half his height, who doesn’t even shave yet, was packing 5 times the cock as my husband. I got up from the dinner table, told my husband I was going to go have my dessert, and I would be back with some dessert for him too.
I snuck out back to the alley with my hung Chinese boy toy, like a dirty street walker. Garbage dumpsters overflowing, smell of Chinese food in the air and fireworks going off nearby, not the usual atmosphere for my affairs, but I was not passing up a nice cock, nor the chance to brag about a well hung Chinese boy who fucked me in an alley during the Chinese New Year festivities while my husband sat at the dinner table waiting for me. This was just too hot of an encounter to pass up. When he pulled out his hard cock, I saw my own fireworks it was so big and thick. I of course sucked him off. I felt like I was robbing the cradle, he was so young. But big hard cock is big hard cock, and I rarely pass that up.
I was even taller than he was. My long legs braced myself against the alley wall in front of me as he fucked me with my panties around my ankles and my dress hiked up. His hard cock throbbed as it entered my wet pussy. Bus boys, cooks, waiters all were watching and cheering him on. Didn’t understand a word they said, but I didn’t mind the audience for this cock. When he dumped his load in me, I clenched my cunt muscles tight to keep that sperm inside me, my first load of Asian cum and I wanted to savor it. And feed it to my cucky husband. I pulled my panties up, my dress down, and walked back to the dinner table, where my husband was waiting.
I instructed my husband to be a good boy and clean me up. Told him to slide under the table, and get his dessert, my Chinese creampie. I was so turned on having just fucked a hung boy who may not even be old enough for a beer yet in the dirty alley of a Chinese restaurant, that it was easy for me to piss out cum all over my husband’s face. I squirted my Chinese creampie all over him. I could feel him trying to squirm away, but I wrapped my long legs around him, forced him into my twat until I knew he had licked up all the mess that was dripping out of my pussy. Pretty sure folks around us knew what was going as it was hard to hide the ecstasy on my face, not to mention the table rocking.
I made my husband leave a huge tip for the bus boy too. He was so humiliated. But, it’s not my fault he has a clit for a dick; I should not have to suffer for his inadequacies. He was cranky the rest of the night. But not me. I enjoyed that parade, and looked at Asian men in a whole new light. Guess you cannot judge a book by its cover.
