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Emperor Style
by Eric Waters (eric_waters4567@hotmail.com)
***
A businessman in China finds out what it feels like to
be an Emperor. (MFF, prost, asian)
***
It was my fourth trans-Pacific flight. Back in the
early 80’s I had imagined myself to be a promising
martial arts student. I went to Taiwan to study kung
fu, and it took three months for me to be so thoroughly
humiliated that I limped back to the US with my
proverbial tail between my legs.
That failed experiment did give me some exposure to
Chinese culture, and I did learn a bit of Mandarin.
Twenty years later, I exaggerated my language skills to
swing a business trip to mainland China. The boss’ ex-
wife was still with the company and her ex made sure
that she spent a lot of time on the road.
Leslie was a nice-looking woman, but she had a bad
attitude about travel and frankly made a pretty lousy
representative for the company. She knew no foreign
languages and was proud of that fact. She dissed the
locals constantly and seemed oblivious to the fact that
they could usually understand English.
I took two trips to visit our manufacturing facilities
in China with little-miss-ugly-American. By the second
trip the reps were ignoring her and talking to me,
since she was rude and really didn’t give a damn about
her job. We let her go on a shopping binge and finished
the actual work.
By the late 90’s, the boss had finally dumped the bitch
completely and I was able to take over her job. About
every six months I’d endure a flight to the other side
of the world and keep our production affiliates in
line. While I couldn’t operate business transactions
without a translator, I learned how to deal with the
egos, corruption and incompetence of our business
partners.
In 1999 I had my first "solo" business trip. I needed
to delay the shipment of several cargo containers of
electronics because we’d wound up with too much
inventory. Sure, that was the golden era of the tech
boom, but a lot of the companies that were raking in
the cash didn’t actually do anything, and hence they
didn’t create as much demand for hardware as we’d
anticipated. At the time it seemed like no big deal,
but in hindsight...
At any rate, I flew into Shanghai and was met at the
airport by the head of the factory and by a hired
translator. The head of the factory, Mr. Wen, was a
balding, middle-aged man in a suit who had a chronic
cough because of a respiratory infection. The air
quality around Shanghai was nasty and lots of people
smoked; lung ailments were especially common.
The translator was a college student named Mei Hua
("Rose"). She was bright and spoke English with a
delightful Chinese-British accent. Physically, she was
plain and wore her hair in that ghastly institutional
Maoist style that kids in early grades were required to
wear. I got along well with Rose right away, and I
chatted with Mr. Wen as best I could. A trans-Pacific
flight will really mess with your biological clock, and
the flight over was packed solid, so I didn’t sleep
much.
I was picked up at 8:00 AM, and I started sucking down
sodas to try to get enough caffeine in me to make it
through the day ahead. When we got to the factory, I
noticed that I was being treated with greater deference
that usual, which meant that the mood was positively
cloying. After an hour of niceties, I started to figure
out what was going on. In dribs and drabs, it was
explained to me that Mr. Wen’s company had purchased an
old factory from the Communist Party, and within a week
a low-grade earthquake had reduced it to rubble.
The factory wasn’t going to be able to meet our
production schedule, or rather, our old production
schedule. I was tempted to explain right away that it
wouldn’t be a problem, but I remained silent and
learned, through Rose, that more bad news was coming.
Evidently Mr. Wen had put himself in a bad financial
situation, and he was going to need my promise that we
weren’t going to run to his competitors in order to get
a loan to rebuild the new property.
Once the picture became clear, I started to feel pretty
good despite my fatigue. I could do them a huge favor
and make my boss happy at the same time. I had my best
poker face on, and said that I’d have to call the
company that evening (local time) to see if I could
help them. By the early afternoon, I left the factory’s
office with Rose in tow and headed to my hotel room. It
was supposed to be a four-star hotel, but it was
basically just nice.
Rose had to leave me in the lobby, as the law was very
strict about men and women going to a hotel room
together unless (and I’m not kidding) they can produce
a marriage license. She took me to one side and asked
if I needed anything at all. I knew that I could ask
for damned near anything and Mr. Wen would pay for it
to butter me up, but I try not to mix business with
pleasure; well, at least not when I’m in the middle of
negotiations.
I took a nap, called my boss in the middle of my night,
and told him that I thought I could get us our delay
without much trouble. After that, I got caught up on my
sleep.
I awoke early and had a western-style breakfast. I was
looking pretty sharp and feeling pretty good by the
time that I was scheduled to meet Rose in the lobby.
Mr. Wen was supposed to be there too, but he had a
doctor’s appointment. Rose asked me about American
culture, and I politely corrected the inevitable
misconceptions that folks have in other countries
because they watch "Dallas" and "Baywatch" and think
that’s how Americans really live.
When I made it to the factory, Mr. Wen’s assistant, Mr.
Chen, explained that I would need to meet with local
financial representatives to secure the loan that would
allow the factory to expand its capacity. Ah,
capitalism. He seemed nervous, and I assumed at first
that he was just uncomfortable because his boss was at
the doctor’s.
Rose and Chen and I took a company car into Shanghai.
Traffic was horrible, but that was a good thing in a
country that had recently only had bicycle congestion.
The building we traveled to wasn’t a bank, but rather a
new and very ugly office building. On a hunch, I
reached into by briefcase and extracted a tiny voice
recorder. I clicked it on and tucked it into my jacket
pocket.
The elevator lurched to the twelfth floor and we
exited. There were two hefty goons standing next to the
elevator, and I knew we weren’t meeting with
conventional financiers. I didn’t feel too worried, but
it seemed irregular.
The office door wasn’t marked. We knocked and were
buzzed in. We were greeted by a cloud of cigarette
smoke and a tarty-looking woman. She took us to a room
where three men were seated at a table. They didn’t
rise when we entered, but instead gestured for us to
take some unoccupied seats. Piles of paperwork were
scatted around the room. The woman returned with a tray
of tea.
Chen started talking rapidly with the men, and Rose
gave me the general gist of the conversation. They
seemed to be some cross between venture capitalists and
organized looked small and timid, and they seemed
delighted to make him squirm.
The chief financier finally looked at me and said, in
tolerable English, "You are Mister Waters, are you not?
You work for the XXX Corporation, do you not?"
I nodded and was about to say something when the
conversation abandoned me. They were speaking very
rapidly, and I finally figured that they’d switched to
Cantonese. I ignored what was being said, since I don’t
speak Cantonese and Rose wasn’t trying to keep up with
the negotiations. The thugs were treating Chen like
shit, and they were obviously producing worse and worse
terms for the loan.
I decided to make my move, largely because I was
getting bored and I was tired of watching them harass
Chen. I cleared my throat and stated a few words of
well-prepared Mandarin. "No good. Five percent."
The three men looked at me like I’d farted. They
evidently couldn’t decide whether to laugh or threaten
to kill me. Chen and Rose looked baffled.
I pulled out my tape recorder, which was still running,
and shut it off. This is a trick I learned from a
business associate who worked in India. I had no idea
if this was going to work or not. I said to Rose, "Tell
them that there’s a police motorcycle out front." The
local cops rode two to a motorcycle, which looked about
as lame as anything you can imagine. "They know exactly
where I am."
Actually, that was all a bluff, but I probably was
being trailed by the government. Rose dutifully
translated what I was saying, and it managed to provoke
some strong responses. "I think that there’s a simple
solution. A five percent loan for one year. My
employers will have enough work to make the new
production facility pay off in twelve months."
To this day I have no idea what I’d caught on my tape
recorder, but the deal was sealed quickly and we left
the building as soon as we could. Chen looked like he
was going to vomit in the elevator. We make it back to
the company car and noticed several police motorcycles
going our way as we headed back to the factory.
Mr. Wen was waiting for us, and Chen explained what had
happened in a monologue laced with nervous laughter.
Rose tossed in a few observations, but she didn’t
bother to translate.
Mr. Wen excused himself for a coughing fit. When he
returned, he thanked me effusively through Rose. "Mr.
Wen says that you have worked a miracle! You have saved
the future of his company, and he is entirely in your
debt. Your employer will be informed that you are a
brilliant negotiator. If I may ask, may we have the
tape?"
I considered the request for a bit, and then handed the
mini-cassette over. "I would suggest making several
copies."
Wen held it like a precious jewel in his palm. "Yes,"
he said in English. Then, through Rose, he said, "If
there is anything we can do to show you, personally,
our thanks, please name it."
I figured that I might as well ask for something that I
actually wanted. "Girls. Lots of girls," I said in
Mandarin.
Wen and Chen looked at each other and chuckled. "We
will arrange it. How many would you like?" Rose
translated for Wen, maintaining her professional
demeanor.
I held up my fingers. "Liu. Six."
Rose continued to translate. "Ah, Emperor Style. Well,
you have earned it. However, we can’t send six girls to
your hotel room. We will send you to an establishment
that can care for you."
The three of us ate dinner together, a lavish meal
served on a lazy-susan table. There was local beer (not
bad after the third glass) and excellent service. After
dinner, I was dropped off at a nondescript apartment
building. Rose accompanied me to the door. We buzzed
the intercom and offered the appropriate password. The
door whined and I pushed it open.
"Mr. Waters, I hope that you have a good time." I
couldn’t detect any note of judgmentalism in her voice.
"Mei Hua, I would appreciate it if you stayed to
translate. I’m not sure that they’ll have anyone who
speaks English."
Rose gave me a cryptic look and then ran back to the
car. I didn’t know if she was coming back, but a moment
later she returned. "Mr. Wen said that it would be a
good idea." Again, I couldn’t tell if she was
tantalized or horrified. Her expression reminded me of
the stereotypes of "inscrutable Asians."
We walked up three flights of stairs reached a door
marked 411. Rose tapped on the door and it opened. The
apartment inside was saturated in the smells of
perfume, cigarettes, incense, and jasmine tea.
We were greeted by a woman who fit the Central Casting
notion of Dragon Lady. She was older and heavily made-
up. She smiled an insincere smile. She welcomed us into
a small receiving room, one with couches on each wall.
"Normally," she said in Mandarin, "we would have other
guests here. Mr. Wen has seen to it that you are our
only guest tonight. Do I understand that you want to
enjoy love Emperor Style?"
I nodded. She held out a picture book with reprints of
old woodcuts. The book was open to the scene of a man
having sex with six women at the same time. I smiled
and said, "Exactly." Rose looked at the book as well,
and her eyes got big when she saw the illustration. I
don’t think that she knew what I had requested until
that point.
Rose translated for the Dragon Lady, "It is an unusual
request, but one which offers a great deal of chi to
the man. You will not be disappointed."
Dragon Lady clapped her hands and two women entered. We
were off to a good start; they were twins. They were
roughly in their mid-twenties, and cute though not
exceptional beauties. I was informed that I would be
cleaned before we started, and I allowed them to lead
me to a bathroom. I looked over to Rose and said,
"Please stay with me. My communication skills may not
be sufficient for the moment."
The Twins stripped me naked and I frankly didn’t care
if I ever saw my clothes again. The room was tile-
lined, and there was a drain in the middle of the
floor. I sat in a cheap plastic seat in the middle of
the room, and the Twins stripped to their red
underwear. They took shampoo and sponges and scrubbed
me head to toe. It wasn’t especially naughty, and I
didn’t have an erection just yet. Rose stood in the
doorway and looked away, but I caught her peeking
several times.
After I was rinsed off, the Twins picked up some
manicure equipment and worked on my fingernails and on
my toenails. It didn’t take long, and they dried me off
and wrapped me in a towel. They were damp from bathing
me, but they didn’t change.
I was taken to the largest room in the apartment, one
usually set up for parties. Four beds were shoved
together in the middle of the room. Four whores were
waiting for us, each wearing a traditional red high-
collared dress. They varied in ages from twenties to
forties, and I didn’t think I was going to learn their
names. One nice treat was a girl in the corner playing
a traditional stringed instrument.
I’d never done anything this exotic before, and as we
looked at each other, I didn’t think that this was a
common request. Madame Dragon Lady entered the now-
crowded room. She slapped her hands together and
ordered her girls around. Trays of mixed drinks were
produced, and I have something that more or less passed
for whiskey on the rocks. I sat down on the bed and the
girls sat around me, running their fingers through my
thinning hair and placing little kisses on my face
which left absurd smears of lipstick.
Dragon Lady (who really seemed to be enjoying herself)
started orchestrating the action. First of all, I had
to get naked again. That was easy enough, since I was
just wearing a bathrobe. The middle of the bed was
actually the intersection of four beds, so I plopped
down towards one corner of the bed.
One of the older whores made a big fuss over my penis,
praising its size even though I was flaccid. She took
it in her hands and began to expertly stroke it.
Meanwhile, another girl started playing with my
nipples. I usually don’t get into that, but she licked
my furry chest and at the same time gentle lips touched
my cock. It only took a minute to get to full hardness.
I knew I’d have to savor this. I heard Dragon Lady bark
instructions and two of the women began stroking my
feet. The Twins spread out my arms and rubbed my hands
against their now-bare tits. They had small tits but
nipples much longer than I’ve ever seen on a Caucasian
girl.
We kept that pose for about five minutes, and other
than feeling slightly ticklish about having my nipples
played with, it was heaven. Dragon Lady ordered the
next change. The Twins peeled off their panties and
returned to my sides. They guided my hands at the same
time to their pussies. They had long, straight black
hair covering their mounds. They were both nice and
wet, and I stroked them with my fingertips.
The two women at my feet (who I couldn’t see very
clearly) rubbed lotion onto my toes and then sat on my
feet, rubbing them again their slits. I was working on
pure sensory overload.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was now
incapacitated. I also realized that I didn’t have a
condom on yet. I spoke in Rose’s direction. "Mei Hua,
could you ask them to get me a condom?"
"Mr. Waters... con-dum?"
Oh, shit. That wasn’t a word she recognized. "Uh, do
you know what a rubber is?" The Twins simultaneously
extended my index fingers and shoved them into their
pussies. The girls at my feet were rubbing my big toes
into their slits.
"Eh, yes, a rubber is on a pencil..."
Damned British English. "No, I need something to cover
my penis." I hoped she knew that particular word.
"Oh, yes, the prostitute will cover your penis." Rose
whispered something to the woman licking my cock. The
whore grinned at me and nodded. She sat up and
straddled my hips. There wasn’t a condom in sight. She
rubbed my cock against her slit, and I resigned myself
to my fate. She impaled herself on my erection and
started riding my cock with extraordinary enthusiasm.
I was working five pussies at once, and it was now time
for number six. The girl who had been licking my chest
took off her dress and stripped to her skin. She was
tall for a Chinese girl, and she sat lightly on my
soggy chest. She moved her pussy near my mouth, and I
kissed it. She seemed clean and she responded strongly
to the touch of my tongue.
I wasn’t sure what it would all feel like. As it turned
out, I couldn’t experience it all at once. I had to
think about feeling the cunts that were playing with my
toes, or consciously focus my attention on the pussies
surrounding my fingers.
I tried to ignore the sensations on my cock. The whore
riding my cock wasn’t a beauty, but she had trained her
pussy muscles and was squeezing me as she rode up and
down. I wasn’t going to get to do this again anytime
soon, and I needed to last as long as possible.
The whore on my tongue was being especially thoughtful.
If she’d ground her cunt onto my face, I would have had
a hard time breathing. As it was, the delightful
experience was rather claustrophobic.
I couldn’t see her, but Rose got close to me and said,
"The matron has told the music girl to get undressed."
I hadn’t noticed that the music had stopped, but I was
a tad distracted at the moment. "I believe that you are
going to have sex with her as well. The girl is saying
that she has not had sex with a man before and she does
not wish to be a prostitute."
I couldn’t see what was going on (for obvious reasons).
The whore on my cock had lifted herself off of me, but
she still had a hand on my dick. I said to Rose, "Mei
Hua, tell the matron that the girl doesn’t have to have
sex with me if she doesn’t want to. Believe me, I’m
having a good time." Rose rattled off my instructions
to Dragon Lady, and things got quiet for a moment.
The tall girl on my face made it known that she wanted
me to keep going, so I licked her clitty while the
older whore stroked my cock with her hand. The beds
shifted several times, and I dearly wished that I could
see what was going on.
Rose finally said, "They have decided to give you the
girl’s arse. She is being prepared. You are to, uh,
squirt in her arse. Do you understand?"
"Well, yes..." There was a lot of motion on the bed,
and the tall girl pushed my head against her crotch as
she came. After she settled down, she crawled off of me
and got behind me, lifting my head with her belly.
I could now see what was happening. The Twins were
guiding the young girl’s bottom over my cock. The woman
who’d been fucking me was holding my stiff penis in
position. The girl was facing away from me, and it was
clear that her "arse" had been thoroughly lubed.
The Dragon Lady gave the order and the girl was lowered
onto me. The head of my cock rested against her
asshole, and then it began to slide very slowly into
her. She grunted but did not cry out. The sensation was
intense; I really couldn’t last very much longer. Once
I was about halfway in, she was lifted up and a very
gentle pumping motion was initiated. I could tell that
the girl wasn’t comfortable, so I focused on the
sensations I was experiencing and prepared to come.
As I prepared to come, I noticed that my translator was
absentmindedly rubbing her crotch through her skirt.
That did it. I grunted and came in waves into the young
girl’s bottom. We all stopped moving, and after a
minute my dick slid out, spent.
Two years later I learned that Rose was a government
agent. It wasn’t uncommon for the government to get
dirt on foreign businessmen in order to hold power over
them. I was never blackmailed over my night as an
Emperor, perhaps because it was deemed unlikely that it
would work. I mean, if they had photos of me in bed
with a rented harem, I’d want 8x10 glossies to hand out
for Christmas.
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