The Art Of Wu

My mom has always been old fashioned even after leaving China behind for a better life. My dad ran the local mini mart in town and after his death it was just mom and I running things. He once told me I would own the business one day but this was not the life I wanted. After high school I went on to college, only to have mom making me feel bad for leaving her alone, especially since the university I attended was miles away from home. In time she got over it and let me know how proud she was of me. I've been telling her that I was doing fine in class and the nice little apartment I was able to afford.

The building was under the ownership of one Sandy Tate, a lonely widow who was tough but fair, and didn't mess around when it came to the rent. She especially hated when the rent was paid late, although I've heard rumors about the tenants doing her favors just to get more time in coming up with the cash. I happened to run into her on my way to my apartment, spotting her taping up an eviction notice on someone's door next to mine.

"Hello, Mr. Wu", she said.

"Hello, Mrs. Tate", I said, politely. "Already kicking your tenant out?"

"That's right, and I hope I don't have to kick you out as well."

"When have I ever let you down?"

'Look, just because you're cute doesn't mean your charms work on me."

"You'll have it by the end of the week."

"Good. Oh, and by the way, your girlfriend stopped by."

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, sweet girl with blonde hair, wanted to come and surprise you. So I let her in to your place. "

"You let her go inside?"

"She's been waiting for you."

The moment Mrs. Tate mentioned sweet girl with blonde hair I thought, no it can't be. I haven't had a date in months and I only knew one girl in particular with blonde hair but that was awhile back. I hoped it wasn't who I thought it was.

"You have a good night", said Mrs. Tate.

I anxiously stepped inside my place, dying to find out who decided to drop by and why. I did noticed the light in my bedroom was on and I did remember having it off before I left. I approached my well lit bedroom, taking a peek inside to see who was there. Exactly as Mrs. Tate said; a blonde who happened to be laying on my bed, wearing nothing but her pink undies and tank top. Her clothes were s**ttered all over the floor and when she turned to face me my fears became real. It was someone from my past, someone I did not expect to see ever again.

"Hi, beautiful", she said.

"Frankie", I said, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, Wu Wu."

"Don't call me that, please. Why are you here?"

"Just stopping by, visiting an old friend, and I have a sudden craving for some...Chinese food."

Frankie was my ex-girlfriend. We first met in a nude art class and hit it off well. She thought I had talent in the art world and recommended me to some of her friends who all wanted me to draw them in the nude. I didn't want to at first, but I was offered forty dollars a drawing so I couldn't let the opportunity slip away. I drew many beautiful women, not matter their size or color, even doing a couple of older women; one of them being a granny. The offers kept pouring in, but soon things changed along the way. Suddenly women were offering me hundreds to fuck them rather than draw. The offers came left and right and I thought this was too much, so I quit doing art and ended my relationship with Frankie who happened to be responsible for the mess to begin with. I even changed my number to put an end to all the calls including hers.

"I want you to leave", I said, as politely as I could.

"Why?" She asked.

"Why? Because I said so."

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Are you serious? Did you really want me to explain all the details?"

"I don't believe this. Are you still mad at that little misunderstanding we had? I thought you'd be over that."

"Over what? That I was being passed around like a piece of meat, and your big mouth started spreading the word that I was the right man. Do you realize how many calls a day I received from every woman who wanted to sleep with one? And the amount of money they were willing to spend? One guy even called me to fuck his wife while he watches. I was treated like a cheap whore and I'm nobody's whore. "

"Well, I'll tell you what. I'll let you have your way with me for free."

Same old Frankie; always the flirt and never afraid to speak her mind, and an annoying pain in the ass.

"I'm not in the mood", I said. "If I have to carry you out I will."

"Love it when you talk tough. Come on, Wu Wu. Show me what you got."

"You're getting on my last nerve, and you don't get to call me Wu Wu ever again."

"Okay, then what should I call you?"

"I don't care."

"You want me to call you I don't care?"

"What? No. Don't call me anything."

"What should I call you?"

"Frankie."

"No, that's my name."

"Stop that."

Frankie could get under my skin from time to time, but now I was getting fed up. I started by gathering up her clothes and threatening to throw them out.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Getting rid of all this extra junk in my room. Then if I must, I'll pick your ass up and throw you out the door."

"No you won't."

"Oh, no? Try me. I'm giving you one last chance."

"You missed one."

After tossing her clothes out of my room, Frankie threw her tank top at me, showing off her pink bra. I took the tank top and threw that out in the hallway with the others. Afterward, Frankie's bra came off and flew into my face, giving me a whiff of her light scented perfume. She just stood there topless, looking sexy as always. Her tits were perfect and I did enjoy fondling them every chance I got.

"Still want me to go?", she asked. "Let me make it up to you."

On the bed she was on her knees, rubbing her pussy still covered in her pink undies. Who was I k**ding? She was hot, beautiful, and knew how to get my attention. So, I gave in. I tossed aside her bra and approached her, letting her juicy lips touch mine. She unbuttoned my shirt, touching and caressing my entire upper body from my chest to my biceps. I was topless myself after my shirt slid down my arms, with Frankie planting wet kisses all over my chest. Playfully, I pushed her down on the bed, forcing one giggle out of her. Our lips touched each other's once more and slowly I went down on her soft neck to her perfect tits. I massaged them both, admiring the softness in my hands and sucking and licking each erect nipple. Frankie was certainly enjoying it just by listening to her moaning and giggling, giving her exactly what she wanted.

I wasted no time lifting up her legs and taking off her pink undies, seeing all her nakedness right in front of me. Her entire body was exactly as I remembered it, especially back when I first drew her. I opened up her legs and started work on her pussy. The taste of her pink flesh was perfect and my tongue explored, going deeper and deeper, listening to the sounds of heavy breathing and loud moaning coming out of her lungs.

"Ooooh. Hmmmm. Oh, yes. You are so good at that. Hmmm. Right there, right there. That's the spot. Oh, yes. Fuck. Oh, Wu Wu. Oooooh. Oh, you eat good pussy. Aaaaah. Ooooh. Oh, don't stop. Don't stop, please. Oooooh, shit."

I always enjoyed her begging for more until she was out of breath. She breathed heavily and moaned as loud as she could, leaving her almost completely breathless. When it came to my turn, Frankie already knew her part and did the job well in hand. She stroked my hard cock and sucked on it, giving me one big thrill every minute. She always knew how to make a man feel good. Frankie was so good I nearly felt like screaming my lungs out, but my heavy breathing was more than enough to let it all out.

"Your cock feels harder than ever", she said. "Been working out?"

"Yeah, my dick had been lifting weights lately."

"I can tell."

We had a laugh over that one, and Frankie was already waiting for the next thing she'd been begging for.

"You want to fuck me?" She asked, showing off that pretty smile on her face. "You want to cum inside my tight pussy? Huh? Make me wet all over?"

I teased her a bit, tapping my cock on her pussy before slowly putting it in, going deeper as much as I did. Frankie's moaning grew even louder once my cock went deeper and deeper still, until I hit that spot that drove her crazy. Back and forth I went and deeper still, my bed shook and started to squeak, but not loud enough to cover Frankie's moaning and screaming.

"Oh, yes", she said. "Oh, fuck. Oh, that's so nice. Oh, that feels so good. You fuck me so good. Your cock is so nice and hard. Oh, yes. Fuck. Oh, fuck! Shit! Right there. Right there. Oh, that's it. Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Shit! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck I'm going to cum! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes ! Yes!"

I started to go slow but Frankie had no problem with that. As long as my cock remained hard inside her she never complained. and after making her wet she had a big smile on her face and lett out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that was fucking wonderful", she said. "I love it when you pound me. Oh, I'm so wet. I love it."

I removed my cock, allowing Frankie to suck my cock of all the pussy juicy she let out. She slurped every drop she could find until there was nothing left. Frankie got on top of me ready to go all cowgirl. She placed my cock back inside her and the bed shook even more. The girl was like a wild a****l when it came to fucking my brains out. but compared to the last time she had a lot more energy going for her.

"You love this part", she said. "You love it when I'm riding you. Huh?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to ride you until you cry. You hear me? I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you."

"Love it when you talk dirty."

I held tight on her hips while she bounced, giving me a view of her tits going up and down. I stopped them by grabbing each one and squeezing them tight, and feeling her hard nipples on the palms of both hands. We both looked at each other, eye to eye but nearly touching nose to nose. Frankie had more to say and showed no signs of exhaustion just yet.

"You like that?" She asked.

"Yeah, I like that", I answered, breathing up a storm and feeling the sweat kicking in.

"You miss me, don't you? Tell me you missed me."

"I missed you."

"What was that?"

"I missed you."

"I can't hear you."

"I missed you."

"Louder, you bastard. Say it like you mean it."

I took in one big breath before telling her how I felt and actually meaning it just to make her happy. Still a pain in the ass after all this time.

"I missed you!" I yelled. "I fucking missed you!"

"Bullshit!" She yelled in response.

"I missed you!"

"Tell me I'm the best thing in your life."

"You're the best thing in my life!"

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!"

I wrapped my arms around her waist and turned her over, once again staring into each other's eyes. Frankie held me tight with her arms around my neck and legs wrapped around my waist. I started kissing her neck and whispered anything I could think of saying in this moment of passion. I talked dirty into her ear, telling her what I wanted to do to her in every explicit detail and she loved it.

"Oh, baby", she said. "You say beautiful things when you're fucking me. Talk to me some more."

I kept on but soon my whispering was drowned out by her moaning and screaming. We were both out of breath and sweating buckets and I was set to call it an evening.

"I want your cum", she said, letting me know she was ready to end it. "I want your sweet cum all over me. Do it. Give it to me."

I gave it to her all over her chest. I gave out one big sigh of relief after letting it all out and I was completely worn out. Frankie smiled and giggled, scooping up and tasting the cum from her chest. I had nothing left even if she begged for more. I could tell she was satisfied and will be glowing for days at a time.

"That was amazing", she said. "We definitely have to do this again."

"Like immediately."

Both of us laughed and held each other for a while longer. Did I really miss her? No, not exactly. I did miss this I'll admit. Maybe somewhere along the way we might become fuck buddies. Knowing her she may like the idea.