The Collared Lotus
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I was stationed overseas in Asia working in Army Criminal Investigations Unit. We worked a lot with the Local Police force on Black Market Investigations, as such I got to know a lot of local businesses. We were hot after a local gang that were siphoning a lot of goods and supplies meant for the American Military bases and we were not having much luck. Seems we'd get so close a big bust and we'd either miss altogether or find some small operation. The frustration colored everything and affected everyone, our relationship with our local agents suffered. We had a 'buthead' Chief who vocally blamed the locals, they're response was to not be as responsive to our wants and needs as they could have been,
The guy I worked closely with was named Mister Lee, I treated him with respect and I guess dignity and we got along fine. On one of our investigations we visited a local Hotel. It didn't look like much from the outside but once inside it was quite luxurious. I gave him the lead and he asked the questions and seemed to be on good terms with the owners of the place. Before we left he asked me if I had any cigarettes, I kept a pack on me because American cigarettes were big money on the local economy, but we often got information by exchanging them for information. Lee opened the pack and took out a cigarette and lit it. He continued talking but left the cigarettes on the table. I watched as the man we were 'conversing' with seemed to listen to what Mister Lee was saying, but his eyes kept going back to those cigarettes on the table. Finally Mister Lee wrapped things up, but before we left he formally introduced me to the owner who effusively shook my hand and gave me 'big smiles'. He invited me back to enjoy a stay at his business and we left.
At our next joint briefing the Local Officer in charge provided us with the name of the gang running the Black Market operations, the name of the their Chief. This was progress, I knew it was Mister Lee who gave his boss the information, I also knew who would get the credit. I looked at Lee during the briefing who stared at the ground, when he looked up at me I smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. He didn't react at first but I caught him smiling later on.
Anyways it took a while but we figured out that someone in the unit was leaking info to the local gang boss. We eventually worked out a plan that exposed our 'mole' and before they could cover their tracks we recovered from a warehouse over a ton of stolen merchandise. I know, about now you're thinking, what has any of this to do with what I wanna read about. Please bear with me....
Crime is like the Hdra, a mythical multi-headed creature, if you cut off one head another grows in its place. Before long we were chasing several gangs vying for control of the area. Mister Lee got a promotion and was sent to another unit. The new guy I worked with rally wasn't interested in doing the job as well as Lee had. I'm not sure but I don't think he was to interested in working with a non-white American. One night, after a very long day we separated and went our own ways. I found myself in the area of the Red Lotus Hotel where Mister Lee and I had gone. I knew they had a drinking area and I was ready for one, or three even.
I didn't expect anything special I just wanted a drink. The bartender was slow to take my order and the 'ladies' working stared at me but made no effort to join me. I got my specialty, a bottle of 'Soleju, and Horses'. Now the Soleju was a sweet wine, the Horses, I likened it to 'Kickapoo-joy-juice. One was potent enough, add them together and it was a short ride to a hard drunk. Suddenly there were three guys standing in front of my table. They were not in a friendly mood and I was about to get my butt royally kicked. But being the 'ugly-American' on the scene I stood up, (kinda) and was trying to get my hands up when this old guy walked between me and them. 'Hello, MIster Walters, he said in almost perfect English, you wouldn't happen to have any cigarettes would you?' 'I looked at the older man (rather stupidly I presume) but answered in his language, reached into my pocket and produced an unopened pack. 'Please, I said, take these, I won't be smoking them. Being he was older than me I took the time to open the pack hand him a cigarette and lit it for him. After the cigarette was lit I handed him the pack with a big smile.
As he took a big drag of the cigarette he half turned and looked at the tree guys who'd come to put me in my place.
I saw the old guy nod his head and these three guys almost ran to the nearest exit. The old guy turned back to me and looked me over. 'Mister Walters he said, you're drunk. I nodded, yes sir, I believe you're right. He shook his head, I believe you should stay the night. I don't recall the next couple of hours but I woke up in a very warm room a little bigger than a closet. I was only in my underwear, under a thick blanket, sweating like a pig. As I tried to figure out where I was I stumbled out of the room. There were like four or five older ladies sitting around a heater in a courtyard. They found me and my situation funny as they pointed and laughed at me. One of the older ladies got up came over and took my by the arm and guided me quite firmly pushed me inside another room.
'Take clothes off she ordered.' 'What, I dumbly responded? (still drunk) 'Take clothes off, she repeated' She got a disgusted look on her face, reached down grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. 'Heck, I remember thinking, this woman is older than my momma, (in less time then it takes to say it, she was naked) Damn I thought, she may be older than my gran-moma' I was backing up trying to get outta there when she stepped in grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I was still trying to get around her when she stepped in front of me, said something,(okay she called me a stupid ass) when I momentarily stopped moving she grabbed my shorts pulled them down and pushed me back. As I stumbled she expertly caused me to step outta my shorts.
I must not have been the first drunk she handled, she pushed me thru a plastic curtain into a side room, the floor was wet and I slipped slightly, as I straightened up she threw a bucket of very cold (there may have been ice in it, but I can't be sure)water over me. As I stood coughing and sputtering she threw another as well. She picked up another bucket and I yelled 'wait, it was to late, but this water was warm. She pointed to a mat on the floor and told me to sit. As I complied she picked up another bucket of warm water and slowly poured it over me. The last bucket was warm as well, she got a large sponge from a nearby shelf, knelt down beside me and started scrubbing me down.
I swear she scrubbed me like you would a horse after a race., The good thing was she let no spot go unwashed. I hate to admit it, but I actually popped a chubby when she made me stand up she scrubbed it down as well, When I looked down to watch, she wiped and swiped stroked it once or twice looked up at me, then slapped it, hard. I swear she was grinning ear to ear when she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into another room. Just as I was about to cuss her out we stepped into the next room and she literally spun me around pushed me hard and I fell backward into a pool of very warm water. It was like falling into a womb, wet, and velvety warm. Oh . . .my. . .heavens.
It was so, unexpected, so warm, vaguely I remember I was no longer drunk, I stayed under the water enjoying that warmth. She came into the pool after me,(unexpected) and grabbed me and pulled me into a sitting position. When I looked at her there was a look of panic in her eyes. I actually smiled at her. When she saw that I was okay, she started to move away, but I grabbed her from behind and squeezed her breasts. She elbowed me (hard) and cussed me out as she climbed out of the water. As she walked away I winked at her, she seemed surprised and a little of the anger slipped from her face.
I tell you, I laid in that pool almost an hour minutes when she came back into the pool room, she motioned for me to get out of the pool and when I did she threw me a towel. She motioned for me to follow her and I did, ohhh man, she led me into Nirvana (actually it was the massage room) There was another lady/girl cleaning the room when we entered.She was younger (by quite a bit younger ) and I was hoping for -well you know what I was hoping for, I was a bit upset when a small argument ensued between the ladies and the younger one left the room in a huff.
It was like watching a doctor prepare for surgery or something. She laid out a new table, set aside some oils from a cabinet, and some extra towels. She had gotten dressed while I was in the pool, she had on a pair of loose fitting blue shorts, and a yellow top, a white short jacket for warmth as well I'm guessing. I was about to ask for the younger girl hoping for a little unspoken action, but before I could, my patron, ordered me onto he table. I got up and laid face down on the table, she placed a clean towel over my ass, poured some oil onto her hands and my upper back. When she was ready she looked at me, nodded and went to work.
Oh my goodness, in no time at all I forgot about that other female. The doctor was in, and she was fantastic. Did I mention before how strong this lady was? She kneaded, patted squeezed and rubbed each knot, each muscle, each tendon. If it was tight she loosened it, if it was knotted she straightened it. At one point I think I fell asleep for a few moments. When she had me turn over she lifted the towel and placed it over me midsection. Damn, she started at my head, using her thumbs, worked her way down to my neck and shoulders, (tension, what tension). She worked from mt shoulders down to my pecks. She used a special oil that spread warmth to the muscles there. She reached across me and (I don't know why) when she bent down over me I started running my hand lightly up her leg. She was working my stomach and would use both hands as she rubbed a new oil into my skin. It didn't spread warmth, but I really couldn't describe the feeling. When she leaned forward I'd rub from her calf to her crotch. First she rubbed straight across my body as she reached my opposite side, I'd be rubbing her privates. Before I knew it, and without feeling any change her hand rubbed against my very stiff, very hard member. She stepped back from the table and I ran my hand under her top and squeezed one of her breasts.
She reached down with one hand and pulled the towel off of my midsection. Keeping her eyes on mine she pulled her top off, I smiled, she hesitated for a moment took off those shorts and climbed up onto the table. She faced away from me, her ass neatly settled on my chest, she went back to work, strong hands holding my stalk she rubbed and kneaded. It was almost an electric shock when I felt her mouth make contact with my glans. I watched her head and shoulders rise and fall as she worked me towards ecstasy.
This wasn't my first time in this position. But man, I swear, whatever she was doing was pleasure in the extreme. Without thinking about it I started running my hands up and down her back. Rubbing in rhythm with her ministrations as she leaned forward to work my thighs and lower legs I began rubbing my hand up and down her backside. Across her sphincter with two fingers then across her vagina with four fingers. She was wet, very wet, she let out a soft moan and looked back at me. Still she continued until she was working my feet. I sat up and buried my face into her ass. I kissed and licked and she humped my stomach sliding her wetness over my dick pressed between us. She didn't resist when I pulled her back, as I lay down I kept pulling until her knees were either side of my head. I kissed and licked from her knees until I got close to her sex. She tried to move onto my face but I worked close to it.. Not until she moaned and squeezed my head with her knees and let loose a stream of sexual elixir did I give her what she (we) wanted.
As I dipped, and licked, sucked and squeezed with my lips and tongue she panted like a woman giving birth. I found her 'little man', and gave him a salaciously long kiss, she moaned long and loud and erupted like Krakatoa. She had me locked in a vice grip between her knees and looked back at me with a worried look on her face. She grabbed a towel and turned around on that narrow bed and cleaned my face. As she wiped she started giving me feathery kisses. I returned them, when she allowed me to kiss her lips, I tongue wrestled with her and she worked her way to her knees, she ran her hand along my face reached down between us and sank down on it. The look of disdain she had when we met was gone, naw it wasn't love, but lust. I remember thinking over her age, and feeling that it counted for nothing. Whatever was going on we were in it together.
She rode me. Wrapping both arms about me. Kissing my face, nibbling my ears, satisfied smile on her face. She rode. When she sat up she placed her feet on either side of us on the table. Locking my forearms with hers she lifted so there was only contact at our sex. At first she circled her hips from side to side. Then began to lift and drop her backside. Was she enjoying our contact? Her eyes were closed, her head was back, a look of concentration on her face. Yeah, she was in control, she varied her movements allowed her hips to bounce against mine. She moaned deep in her throat, breathed deeply let it out slowly between her teeth. Het eyes opened so wide they looked like they would pop out of her head. She started shaking, I feared a heart attack or something. She let out a long throaty moan and dropped to her knees. The bed was soaked, she shivered and shook, she put her head onto my shoulders and slowly gained control.
I laughed and started kissing her, forehead and cheeks, suddenly we became aware of two ladies looking into the room. My lady turned saw them and loudly, ran them from the room. They went laughing and discussing what they saw. I hadn't come (don't know why) she slid from the table, smiled at me and slowly went down on me. It didn't take long, damn she was good. Eventually I found my way back to the room I woke up in. When I was almost asleep there was a knock at the door. The younger lady from the massage room was there and had a table full of food for me. She looked really good, but I was done. Man I ate like a king. I even had their 'special tea.' (That, is another story)
When I fell asleep, it was the sleep of the dead. When I awoke I barely remembered the previous night but wasn't feeling either sick or hung over. I ran into the old guy before I left, had another glorious meal, and a talk which revealed that he and Mister Lee were related. I paid a good bit for that night, but heck it was worth it and more. That was over fifty years ago believe it or not. So you know that was some gooooddd food. ;-}
The guy I worked closely with was named Mister Lee, I treated him with respect and I guess dignity and we got along fine. On one of our investigations we visited a local Hotel. It didn't look like much from the outside but once inside it was quite luxurious. I gave him the lead and he asked the questions and seemed to be on good terms with the owners of the place. Before we left he asked me if I had any cigarettes, I kept a pack on me because American cigarettes were big money on the local economy, but we often got information by exchanging them for information. Lee opened the pack and took out a cigarette and lit it. He continued talking but left the cigarettes on the table. I watched as the man we were 'conversing' with seemed to listen to what Mister Lee was saying, but his eyes kept going back to those cigarettes on the table. Finally Mister Lee wrapped things up, but before we left he formally introduced me to the owner who effusively shook my hand and gave me 'big smiles'. He invited me back to enjoy a stay at his business and we left.
At our next joint briefing the Local Officer in charge provided us with the name of the gang running the Black Market operations, the name of the their Chief. This was progress, I knew it was Mister Lee who gave his boss the information, I also knew who would get the credit. I looked at Lee during the briefing who stared at the ground, when he looked up at me I smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. He didn't react at first but I caught him smiling later on.
Anyways it took a while but we figured out that someone in the unit was leaking info to the local gang boss. We eventually worked out a plan that exposed our 'mole' and before they could cover their tracks we recovered from a warehouse over a ton of stolen merchandise. I know, about now you're thinking, what has any of this to do with what I wanna read about. Please bear with me....
Crime is like the Hdra, a mythical multi-headed creature, if you cut off one head another grows in its place. Before long we were chasing several gangs vying for control of the area. Mister Lee got a promotion and was sent to another unit. The new guy I worked with rally wasn't interested in doing the job as well as Lee had. I'm not sure but I don't think he was to interested in working with a non-white American. One night, after a very long day we separated and went our own ways. I found myself in the area of the Red Lotus Hotel where Mister Lee and I had gone. I knew they had a drinking area and I was ready for one, or three even.
I didn't expect anything special I just wanted a drink. The bartender was slow to take my order and the 'ladies' working stared at me but made no effort to join me. I got my specialty, a bottle of 'Soleju, and Horses'. Now the Soleju was a sweet wine, the Horses, I likened it to 'Kickapoo-joy-juice. One was potent enough, add them together and it was a short ride to a hard drunk. Suddenly there were three guys standing in front of my table. They were not in a friendly mood and I was about to get my butt royally kicked. But being the 'ugly-American' on the scene I stood up, (kinda) and was trying to get my hands up when this old guy walked between me and them. 'Hello, MIster Walters, he said in almost perfect English, you wouldn't happen to have any cigarettes would you?' 'I looked at the older man (rather stupidly I presume) but answered in his language, reached into my pocket and produced an unopened pack. 'Please, I said, take these, I won't be smoking them. Being he was older than me I took the time to open the pack hand him a cigarette and lit it for him. After the cigarette was lit I handed him the pack with a big smile.
As he took a big drag of the cigarette he half turned and looked at the tree guys who'd come to put me in my place.
I saw the old guy nod his head and these three guys almost ran to the nearest exit. The old guy turned back to me and looked me over. 'Mister Walters he said, you're drunk. I nodded, yes sir, I believe you're right. He shook his head, I believe you should stay the night. I don't recall the next couple of hours but I woke up in a very warm room a little bigger than a closet. I was only in my underwear, under a thick blanket, sweating like a pig. As I tried to figure out where I was I stumbled out of the room. There were like four or five older ladies sitting around a heater in a courtyard. They found me and my situation funny as they pointed and laughed at me. One of the older ladies got up came over and took my by the arm and guided me quite firmly pushed me inside another room.
'Take clothes off she ordered.' 'What, I dumbly responded? (still drunk) 'Take clothes off, she repeated' She got a disgusted look on her face, reached down grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. 'Heck, I remember thinking, this woman is older than my momma, (in less time then it takes to say it, she was naked) Damn I thought, she may be older than my gran-moma' I was backing up trying to get outta there when she stepped in grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I was still trying to get around her when she stepped in front of me, said something,(okay she called me a stupid ass) when I momentarily stopped moving she grabbed my shorts pulled them down and pushed me back. As I stumbled she expertly caused me to step outta my shorts.
I must not have been the first drunk she handled, she pushed me thru a plastic curtain into a side room, the floor was wet and I slipped slightly, as I straightened up she threw a bucket of very cold (there may have been ice in it, but I can't be sure)water over me. As I stood coughing and sputtering she threw another as well. She picked up another bucket and I yelled 'wait, it was to late, but this water was warm. She pointed to a mat on the floor and told me to sit. As I complied she picked up another bucket of warm water and slowly poured it over me. The last bucket was warm as well, she got a large sponge from a nearby shelf, knelt down beside me and started scrubbing me down.
I swear she scrubbed me like you would a horse after a race., The good thing was she let no spot go unwashed. I hate to admit it, but I actually popped a chubby when she made me stand up she scrubbed it down as well, When I looked down to watch, she wiped and swiped stroked it once or twice looked up at me, then slapped it, hard. I swear she was grinning ear to ear when she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into another room. Just as I was about to cuss her out we stepped into the next room and she literally spun me around pushed me hard and I fell backward into a pool of very warm water. It was like falling into a womb, wet, and velvety warm. Oh . . .my. . .heavens.
It was so, unexpected, so warm, vaguely I remember I was no longer drunk, I stayed under the water enjoying that warmth. She came into the pool after me,(unexpected) and grabbed me and pulled me into a sitting position. When I looked at her there was a look of panic in her eyes. I actually smiled at her. When she saw that I was okay, she started to move away, but I grabbed her from behind and squeezed her breasts. She elbowed me (hard) and cussed me out as she climbed out of the water. As she walked away I winked at her, she seemed surprised and a little of the anger slipped from her face.
I tell you, I laid in that pool almost an hour minutes when she came back into the pool room, she motioned for me to get out of the pool and when I did she threw me a towel. She motioned for me to follow her and I did, ohhh man, she led me into Nirvana (actually it was the massage room) There was another lady/girl cleaning the room when we entered.She was younger (by quite a bit younger ) and I was hoping for -well you know what I was hoping for, I was a bit upset when a small argument ensued between the ladies and the younger one left the room in a huff.
It was like watching a doctor prepare for surgery or something. She laid out a new table, set aside some oils from a cabinet, and some extra towels. She had gotten dressed while I was in the pool, she had on a pair of loose fitting blue shorts, and a yellow top, a white short jacket for warmth as well I'm guessing. I was about to ask for the younger girl hoping for a little unspoken action, but before I could, my patron, ordered me onto he table. I got up and laid face down on the table, she placed a clean towel over my ass, poured some oil onto her hands and my upper back. When she was ready she looked at me, nodded and went to work.
Oh my goodness, in no time at all I forgot about that other female. The doctor was in, and she was fantastic. Did I mention before how strong this lady was? She kneaded, patted squeezed and rubbed each knot, each muscle, each tendon. If it was tight she loosened it, if it was knotted she straightened it. At one point I think I fell asleep for a few moments. When she had me turn over she lifted the towel and placed it over me midsection. Damn, she started at my head, using her thumbs, worked her way down to my neck and shoulders, (tension, what tension). She worked from mt shoulders down to my pecks. She used a special oil that spread warmth to the muscles there. She reached across me and (I don't know why) when she bent down over me I started running my hand lightly up her leg. She was working my stomach and would use both hands as she rubbed a new oil into my skin. It didn't spread warmth, but I really couldn't describe the feeling. When she leaned forward I'd rub from her calf to her crotch. First she rubbed straight across my body as she reached my opposite side, I'd be rubbing her privates. Before I knew it, and without feeling any change her hand rubbed against my very stiff, very hard member. She stepped back from the table and I ran my hand under her top and squeezed one of her breasts.
She reached down with one hand and pulled the towel off of my midsection. Keeping her eyes on mine she pulled her top off, I smiled, she hesitated for a moment took off those shorts and climbed up onto the table. She faced away from me, her ass neatly settled on my chest, she went back to work, strong hands holding my stalk she rubbed and kneaded. It was almost an electric shock when I felt her mouth make contact with my glans. I watched her head and shoulders rise and fall as she worked me towards ecstasy.
This wasn't my first time in this position. But man, I swear, whatever she was doing was pleasure in the extreme. Without thinking about it I started running my hands up and down her back. Rubbing in rhythm with her ministrations as she leaned forward to work my thighs and lower legs I began rubbing my hand up and down her backside. Across her sphincter with two fingers then across her vagina with four fingers. She was wet, very wet, she let out a soft moan and looked back at me. Still she continued until she was working my feet. I sat up and buried my face into her ass. I kissed and licked and she humped my stomach sliding her wetness over my dick pressed between us. She didn't resist when I pulled her back, as I lay down I kept pulling until her knees were either side of my head. I kissed and licked from her knees until I got close to her sex. She tried to move onto my face but I worked close to it.. Not until she moaned and squeezed my head with her knees and let loose a stream of sexual elixir did I give her what she (we) wanted.
As I dipped, and licked, sucked and squeezed with my lips and tongue she panted like a woman giving birth. I found her 'little man', and gave him a salaciously long kiss, she moaned long and loud and erupted like Krakatoa. She had me locked in a vice grip between her knees and looked back at me with a worried look on her face. She grabbed a towel and turned around on that narrow bed and cleaned my face. As she wiped she started giving me feathery kisses. I returned them, when she allowed me to kiss her lips, I tongue wrestled with her and she worked her way to her knees, she ran her hand along my face reached down between us and sank down on it. The look of disdain she had when we met was gone, naw it wasn't love, but lust. I remember thinking over her age, and feeling that it counted for nothing. Whatever was going on we were in it together.
She rode me. Wrapping both arms about me. Kissing my face, nibbling my ears, satisfied smile on her face. She rode. When she sat up she placed her feet on either side of us on the table. Locking my forearms with hers she lifted so there was only contact at our sex. At first she circled her hips from side to side. Then began to lift and drop her backside. Was she enjoying our contact? Her eyes were closed, her head was back, a look of concentration on her face. Yeah, she was in control, she varied her movements allowed her hips to bounce against mine. She moaned deep in her throat, breathed deeply let it out slowly between her teeth. Het eyes opened so wide they looked like they would pop out of her head. She started shaking, I feared a heart attack or something. She let out a long throaty moan and dropped to her knees. The bed was soaked, she shivered and shook, she put her head onto my shoulders and slowly gained control.
I laughed and started kissing her, forehead and cheeks, suddenly we became aware of two ladies looking into the room. My lady turned saw them and loudly, ran them from the room. They went laughing and discussing what they saw. I hadn't come (don't know why) she slid from the table, smiled at me and slowly went down on me. It didn't take long, damn she was good. Eventually I found my way back to the room I woke up in. When I was almost asleep there was a knock at the door. The younger lady from the massage room was there and had a table full of food for me. She looked really good, but I was done. Man I ate like a king. I even had their 'special tea.' (That, is another story)
When I fell asleep, it was the sleep of the dead. When I awoke I barely remembered the previous night but wasn't feeling either sick or hung over. I ran into the old guy before I left, had another glorious meal, and a talk which revealed that he and Mister Lee were related. I paid a good bit for that night, but heck it was worth it and more. That was over fifty years ago believe it or not. So you know that was some gooooddd food. ;-}
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