I saw Lin for nearly two years. After work in the early evening, we would meet at her apartment before I got on the train to go home to my wife. Sometimes several times a week.

She became my mistress effectively. My much much younger petite Chinese lover. Less than five feet, maybe 80 pounds. C cups, but not much of an ass. My cock was nearly the size of her forearm and much thicker than her wrists.

We would open a bottle of champagne or drink bourbon and most of the time she would please me to orgasm. Usually in her mouth or on her face. My favorites sometimes were when she would jerk me off on her tits. I was used to women breaking up with me over my girth. It could be uncomfortable. With Lin, it was even more extreme. Still, we lusted each other.

It was mostly a one-way relationship in terms of giving. She gave. I received. That was really unusual and fun for me. I gave in completely to that dynamic. I learned that that was what turned her on. She was incredibly successful professionally, but at home, giving made her feel desired. I flipped my script and accepting the pleasure and worship she gave to me made her feel sexy, wanted and worshipped in return.

I learned that at 28-29, she had only three lovers. I was her fourth. Two young boyfriends were Chinese. Small. Bad in bed. Her third was older than me. Not a huge guy, but whoever he was, he taught her how to please a man. She served me in that way, and it worked for us. Even if it felt one way.

My cock dwarfed her and vaginal sex hurt her. A lot. But she loved that pain, I learned. She liked how much bigger I was physically. After sex, she buried in my chest and arms, trying to wrap around 2/3 of me. I loved her tiny sexy body pressed against me, especially after making me cum 3 plus times. Both puddles.

I think I taught her how pleasirenshouldnfeel for her.! She learned to cum on me my rubbing her clit on my shaft, riding me. She came in my mouth and on my hands. After a year or so, she could sit on my cock and cum, explosively at times. I think that the back and forth penetration was harder on her, but she found ways around it.

It made sex with her epic. 2 hours easy, if not more, of stroking, licking, sucking, fingering. It was a relationship of foreplay and oral.

When I did cum inside her, it was massive to the point of overflowing. She teased me so effectively for sometimes hours, not counting all the dirty texts. My cum would run down her leg and pour out of her pussy. That was so hot.

She got freakier the longer we were together, eventually seeing other men. She would tell me about who she was seeing and incorporate it into our sex life. “He is so small and bad in bed and you have ruined me for sex with others. I need you to come over and fuck me so I can cum with a real man.” I did and I believed her. She looked to more and more for sexual fulfillment.

The opposite would also happen, calling up, “I have a date with my boyfriend but I want you to make me cum and your cum inside me before I see him.” Those calls especially got me hot. She would tell me how they fucked her stretched pussy after I did and she could barely feel them.

She fell in love with me and that’s where we needed to part. Strong one-sided jealousy does not work in these situations. I did love her, but couldn’t feel much more. I was very happily married, albeit in an open one.

I still see her from time to time. All platonic. She is married to a tiny European guy, barely bigger than her. He is very nice. I have met him. I can tell he has no idea of our history. When I am alone with her, she talks about our history and how she fantasizes about my big cock. I have no doubt she does. We had a very hot sexual relationship. But in the end she picked someone closer to her size where penetration is probably not all that hard. I was her fetish.

One night she texted me. Hot and bothered. I was traveling for work and we got on the phone and had the hottest phone sex with her. Walking down memory lane. She told me that I was her biggest by far and the one she fantasized the most about. I said the same, thinking we both fetishized each other. It worked for a long time until it didn’t.