I am the typical Asian chick.

I've got long, blue black hair, almond-shaped dark eyes, curvy hips and small high breasts.

And unlike the stereotype of the demure, sexless, Asian chick, I love cock, especially on a white man.

There's something about their hairy bodies and massive cocks that brings out the animal in me.

I was dressed to get laid that day.

I wore a white top tied just below my breasts, a tight denim skirt and high heels. Beneath the skirt, I wore little white thong over my shaved pussy, and the top exposed my smooth flat tummy and belly ring.

I went to the store and found what I wanted immediately.

He was tall, dark, and handsome, wearing jeans, a T-shirt and shit kicker boots. There was a shadow of stubble on his jaw making a promise of whisker burns and raw animalistic sex.

He gave my body a long, lazy perusal and then flushed, knowing I'd caught him.

I leaned over, as if to look at something on a lower shelf, and then I looked over my shoulder and winked.

Without a word, he followed me out of the store.

Back at my place, I put on a show for him, untying my top and slipping off my skirt.

I stared at his jeans.

"Take them off." I told him.

He obeyed, freeing nine inches of magnificent cock.

I dropped to my knees and sucked him eagerly, taking him all the way to my throat. He cursed and thrust deeper, his fingers sliding into my hair. I sucked hard, his groans making me all the wetter.

I stood, slid my panties off and shoved my pussy in his face.

"Lick me," I told him, moaning as he made me cum.

I sat down on his cock, fucking him hard.