The Pat Wong Diaries Ch. 27

It took several rounds of negotiations to finally settle on having the meeting in my basement. Paul had insisted on having it in his house, arguing that he did not want to burden anyone and that it was his distinct honor to host such a distinguished party. Kang, on her part, insisted that they have it in her house. "He wants the home court advantage and I won't give it to him," she explained to Harry. "He probably has his way of doing things, and that's all fine. But I don't play by other people's rules. I play by my rules."

Harry nodded and took notes in his little notebook. Stephen, Kang's husband, stood in the corner, sipping his coffee and nodding. Harry and I had gone to visit them in their home to discuss Paul and Carol with them. We had just finished dinner and were drinking our coffee.

"It's all about power, Harry," she said, sipping her coffee. "He has created a little empire around him where he can dominate men and women at will with his large penis and now his mission in life is to make sure he conquers as many people as he wants. I don't think we should make his next conquest that easy."

"He is a very nice man," Harry pleaded for his friend. "He is considerate and caring and loves women."

"He loves his cock and his low hanging balls, and his desires," Kang corrected him, "that's all. You said you have a tape?"

"Yes," Harry said, putting down his notebook.

"Play it," she ordered with a strong voice.

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I had been sitting quietly listening to Kang and Harry talk. Kang respected my silence and several times looked at me as she spoke. I nodded in encouragement and agreement. Everything that Kang was saying was making a lot of sense to me.

We showed her the video of Paul and Priya. She watched quietly, making no comments. She sipped her coffee and laughed a couple of times at Virkar's remarks. "What a fool!" she whispered under her breath and shook her head.

"Well," she said after the video was over, "he certainly wants to conquer and we need to make sure that we conquer him."

Harry asked her to elaborate, but she answered simply with: "You shall see what I mean when we meet on Saturday."

The following Saturday, at seven o'clock sharp, Paul and Carol rang our bell.

"That's white Americans for you," Harry said in Chinese, laughing. "On the dot!"

Harry hurriedly took them down to the basement, as if he were smuggling them in. A few minutes later, I followed them with a tray of hot Jasmine tea. Harry was pulling down the blinds and closing the curtains.

"Hello, Pat," Paul stood up and extended his hand shyly. I hadn't put the tray down, so I smiled and nodded at him. His arm stayed in the air for an uncomfortable few seconds, but he patiently kept it stretched out until I grabbed it.

"Thank you for hosting us," he said as he shook my hand.

"Thank you for visiting us," I said. I then bent down and kissed Carol on the cheeks.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Kang and Stephen. I went up and brought them down.

Kang was in full make-up and was wearing a tight skirt, black pantyhose, and thick-soled high heels. I would have thought that such a uniform would have been unbecoming of a woman in her late fifties, but she looked very attractive. Her husband was in a T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. We all shook hands, but Paul grabbed Kang's hand and gently kissed it.

"So, you are the American with the large cock," Kang started, picking up a cup of tea from the tray.

Paul laughed nervously and nodded.

"Is he a good husband?" she then turned to Carol.

"He is a perfect husband," Carol answered readily. "He is faithful, he brings back the bacon, he helps around the house, and is always there when I need him. I can't imagine a better husband."

"And you don't mind his fornications?" Kang asked brutally.

"'Fornication' is just a word," Carol said and shrugged her shoulders.

"So you want to fuck a Chinese woman," Kang turned to Paul, almost sneering.

Paul blanched and opened his eyes wide.

"No, not like that," Harry stammered a little. He hadn't expected that Kang would take such a hostile tack.

"You want to screw my old Chinese pussy, don't you?" she winced at Paul.

Paul raised his eyebrows and looked down at the cup of tea he was sipping.

"Let us see how big your cock is," she then added after a pause, leaning back.

"Get up, white man," she said, "let us see your cock."

"We don't have to put up with this, Paul," Carol whispered back to him with a frown. Her face had turned red.

"No, I don't mind," Paul whispered and stood up, slowly unbuckling his belt.

"Let us see your famous penis," Kang went on, sipping her tea.

And the famous penis came out and it was substantial. I had not seen it in person up to that point and could not help gasping loudly, and then laughing.

Kang nodded and smiled. It was half erect but quickly expanding.

"Not bad," she said, "not bad."

Paul pulled his pants all the way below his knees and sat back down, his thick, meaty cock now fully erect, pointing upward.

It was Harry's first time also seeing Paul's penis in person and his face was burning. His eyes were fixed on it. Stephen laughed at the sight of Paul's cock and said, "that's a big one, pal. Better keep it on a leash."

Carol and I laughed at the remark. Kang stood up and paced around a little, her eyes fixed on Paul's penis.

"I bet you can ejaculate without touching your penis," she said.

Paul threw his head back and smiled.

"You wanna this pussy, Joe," Kang let out in a voice I had never heard before, "You betta come without touchin' your cock, Joe."

"What do you mean," Carol asked.

"I mean I need him to ejaculate without touching his cock. If he can do that, he can have my pussy tonight."

Then she turned to Stephen and nodded.

Stephen sprang into action and opened his backpack and took out a small purse. He opened the purse and took out a small KY bottle and a small, smooth ass-dildo vibrator.

"Put this dildo inside of your ass," she said to Paul, "then turn it on. I want you to squeeze with your ass muscles against it, then release, then squeeze again, and keep on doing that. I need you to help him lubricate his ass hole," she then added, addressing Carol.

The dildo inside of his ass, his cock fully erect and perfectly vertical, Paul leaned back and closed his eyes. He was dutifully following Kang's orders and squeezing and releasing his butt hole.

Kang took out a breast and dangled it. Paul looked at it with darting eyes and opened his mouth greedily, showing his strong, white teeth.

"Don't touch your cock," Kang ordered with her hoarse voice, "and keep squeezing."

Paul nodded. He was squeezing regularly now, his hands grabbing his ass cheeks. His cock was bobbing up and down.

"So you think you can just decide and start fucking Chinese women just like that?" Kang said, taking her second breast out. "You know you are dealing with wives, sisters, daughters, mothers and grandmothers? You can't just take your cock out and start screwing like that, like there was no tomorrow? You have to show respect. You have to show respect for our standing and for our culture. And if you do, we will welcome you as one of ours, and you will have your fill of old Chinese cunts, breasts, and asses."

She was now pacing back and forth, her hands behind her back, her old breasts bouncing with every step.

"You think you can intimidate us with your American cock and your neatly cataloged library? I have slept with hundreds of men -- yes, this pussy here has seen hundreds of cocks. I have swallowed untold gallons of semen, all kinds of semen. So, you don't impress me, my friend."

Paul was listening and squeezing. Harry was watching with wide open eyes. He had stopped taking notes and was looking at Kang, listening to her attentively and once in a while nodding.

"We are a proud people, my friend, and you had better pay your respect to us. We are the People's Republic of China, and our culture if far more ancient than your primitive American culture."

Paul nodded, looking fixedly at Kang in the eye.

"You have a strong cock, and that's to your credit, and we are flattered that you would find us old Chinese ladies attractive. But you need to understand that we need to be treated with respect."

Paul nodded again and then let out a deep, animal growl. He was ejaculating already.

Harry stood up and took a few steps back, folding his hands behind his back. He looked stunned. Stephen also stood up and clapped his hands, saying, "Way to go, dude! Way to go! You're getting some Chinese pussy-pussy tonight, brother."

I looked at Carol and she smiled and picked up her cup of tea and took a sip. Then I looked at Kang. She had taken her panties off, had lifted her skirt, and was walking towards Paul.

Midway through the ejaculations, Paul's cock still shooting semen, Kang climbed on the sofa, placed her two legs around Paul, facing him, and slid down on Paul's pulsating cock.

Harry grunted and shook his head. He came to my side and sat down and held my hand.

Paul continued discharging his semen inside of Kang's pussy for another ten seconds, and then he stopped and sighed loudly.

Semen oozed out of Kang's pussy, but Kang continued riding Paul. White foam began to form as Kang rode Paul faster and faster. Paul was helpless. He looked at Carol then Paul then me, and then closed his eyes.

"Tell me when you are about to come again," Kang said calmly, as she bopped up and down. Her voice suddenly sounded old and raspy.

"Stephen, get the cup out," she turned to Stephen and pointed at the backpack.

Stephen sprang to his feet and took out a plastic cup from the bag. He also took out a piece of lemon and a small knife.

A few minutes later, Paul said, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," at which point Kang jumped off Paul's cock, while Stephen moved forward towards Paul.

"Ejaculate inside the cup," she said, sweat dripping from her chin, hair sticking to her face. She looked her fifty eight years at that moment.

Paul got up and pointed his large cock to the plastic cup. His ejaculations lasted a good twenty seconds and filled the cup almost to the brim.

As Paul ejaculated, Kang cleaned her pussy with the small white towel Stephen had handed her after she dismounted Paul. She gave the towel back to Stephen and then went to the small basement bathroom for a thorough washing.

When she came back, Paul was lying down, exhausted. Carol was beside him, holding his hand and caressing his face. He hadn't said a word, hadn't done a thing other than lie there, letting Kang make use of his cock. He hadn't kissed Kang or fondled her breasts, though he tried a couple of times, only to meet with harsh rebuffs.

"Squeeze the lemon on it," Kang directed Stephen as she slipped her panties on. She still had her shoes and skirt on and had pushed her breasts back in.

Harry looked at me in confusion. I smiled and shook my head.

"If you want more Chinese pussy, you need to drink your own semen, big boy," she said, making the last snapping adjustments to her panties. You could see from the way she expertly adjusted her clothes that she had indeed slept with many, many men and was at home in situations like this.

Carol frowned and shook her head.

"You do not need to do this, Paul," she said. "They are just pussies like any other pussy."

Harry stood up and said angrily in Chinese, "Why are you humiliating this man in front of his wife and friends? I am not happy with this at all."

Paul stared at Kang then held up a hand, asking Harry to calm down, then smiled and said. "No problem. I will drink it. I'd be honored." Then he stood up, his cock still dripping with semen and Kang's juices, held the cup as if making a toast, and then said: "Here goes!" He drank it all in three breathless gulps.

Kang smiled widely and nodded. Stephen snatched the cup from Paul's hand and placed it inside a plastic bag then threw it in his backpack.

"You are a worthy opponent," Kang said, nodding knowingly.

"So are you," Paul smiled back at her and extended his hand. Kang looked at it for a second and then shook it with the tips of her index and middle finger, trying not to get dirty, and then gestured to Stephen that it was time to go.

"I will let you know what the next step is," she then declared. "Just make sure your cock is ready to report for duty."

Paul nodded and sat down again.

"It's over now, Honey, you did very well," Carol whispered as Kang and Stephen turned and walked away. "You've had your Chinese pussy. Let's go home now. Let's go home and rest."