The erotic novel "Sexual Encounters Between a Pre-marital Couple"

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Everyone knows Chongqing is famous for its beautiful women, and my fiancée is proof of that. Without being immodest, Jing is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen: big eyes, a straight nose, a pert chin, and a very photogenic face—she could easily be a model. Her skin is fair and delicate, and her breasts are full and high. The feeling of thrusting into her from behind while freely kneading her soft flesh is something only a man who has experienced it can understand.
Jing used to be inexperienced in sex; she didn't use her mouth, didn't make any lewd noises, and didn't even have sexual fantasies. After two years of "training" (the second time we slept together, I straddled her and put my penis in her mouth), she's basically mastered oral sex, and she even says some cheesy things when excited, but she still has a problem with sexual fantasies, especially the role-playing and threesome fantasies I enjoy, which she completely refuses to engage with. During sex, she likes to look at me, saying she needs to know that I'm the one on top of her. This makes me both touched and a little helpless.
This summer, a relative's child graduated and came to Shanghai to look for work, asking if they could stay with us for a while. Jing and I discussed it, and although we felt it was a bit of a hassle, we still had to help. We live in a two-bedroom apartment, and there just happened to be enough space in one room to put a wire bed.
The boy was arriving on the weekend, so Jing and I picked him up from the train station. His name is Feng, a handsome 22-year-old, still a bit immature in his mannerisms. I said, "Your family has good genes; both the boys and girls are good-looking." He smiled shyly. Jing said, "Wow! You've grown so much! I can still picture you as a little kid wearing open-crotch pants!"
Feng became even more embarrassed and said, "Sis, stop teasing me." The three of us took a taxi, chatting and laughing, and went home.
After we ate dinner and settled him in, Jing took a shower. Feng and I sat in the living room watching TV and chatting when we heard the bathroom door open. Jing came out wearing a white nightgown, her hair wet, and smelling of pleasant shampoo. Jing always liked to take very hot baths, so her face was flushed; she probably wasn't wearing a bra, as her breasts swayed a little when she walked. At that moment, Jing looked so beautiful and sexy.
Thinking that there was a man beside me, I couldn't help but glance at Xiaofeng. I saw that he was also looking at his sister, and then he realized my gaze and quickly turned his head away. I chuckled to myself, recalling my vigorous sexual desire when I was 22, thinking that he must have been tempted too. Suddenly, the image of him pinning Jing down and raping her flashed through my mind,
and I couldn't help but get an erection. Jing, of course, was completely unaware of my lustful thoughts. She complained that she was hot and said, "Honey, can you get me a fan?" I was wearing shorts, and my penis was still hard, so how could I stand up? I mumbled a reply, "I don't know where it is." Jing then started looking around the living room herself.
I said, "Is it in the TV cabinet?" She squatted down to open the cabinet, her round buttocks stretching her nightgown, revealing the faint shadow and outline of her red underwear underneath.
We couldn't find the fan, but we did find a charger we thought we'd lost. The cord was tangled, so Jing faced us and bent over to untangle it. Her nightgown had a slightly wide neckline, and from Xiaofeng's and my angle, we could see half of her snow-white breast. My mouth went dry. The thought of a young man at the peak of his sexual desire staring at my fiancée's body made my penis involuntarily contract, and I felt a secretion welling up from my urethra.
Xiaofeng and I didn't have time to speak. Jing, perhaps realizing the sudden silence, looked up at us, then suddenly understood what we were looking at. Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly stood up, saying, "I'll go inside and take care of it," and hurried inside.
Now only Xiaofeng and I were left in the living room, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. I said, "I'll go take a shower too," and followed her into the bedroom without knocking. As soon as I entered, I saw Jing changing clothes naked. Hearing the door open, she nervously turned around and covered her chest with her hands. I couldn't resist stepping forward and grabbing her, kissing and groping her wildly.
Jing, tense and whispering, said, "What are you doing? Don't let Xiaofeng hear." I said, "He saw your breasts just now, and there's a door between us, how could he hear anything?" Jing panicked and said, "No way!
Don't talk nonsense!" I took her nipple into my mouth and, while sucking, mumbled, "I saw him staring at your neckline."
Jing shuddered, reached out and pulled my hair, pressing my head against her breasts; she always did this when she was aroused. I reached down and touched her genitals; they were already wet. I flicked her clitoris with my middle finger, and Jing shuddered again, her legs going weak.
I reached for my pants, and Jing hurriedly said, "What are you doing?" I said, "What do you think I'm doing?" She seemed to suddenly come to her senses. She said, "No, Xiaofeng is still in the living room, he'll hear us." I was burning with lust and said, "I don't care, so what if he hears us!" But Jing firmly said no. I pulled her hand to my penis and said, "Look at me, you've done this to me and you're not going to do anything about it?"
Jing softened a little and said, "Then I'll give you a blowjob for a while, but hurry up." I thought that was fine, so I quickly took off my pants and sat on the edge of the bed. Jing knelt down in front of the bed and took my testicles into her mouth. Because of the stimulation from before, I felt particularly good and couldn't help but groan softly. I reached out and grasped Jing's breast and teased her nipple. Jing was also very excited and licked more vigorously than usual.
I whispered, "Your brother is only five meters away from the door. He probably never imagined that his sister is naked and kneeling in front of a man, licking his penis." Jing groaned softly from her throat and punched me with her small fist, but her mouth didn't relax at all in sucking and licking.
Then Jing did something I didn't expect: she reached between her legs and started masturbating. Jing had never masturbated in front of me before. She said she hardly ever masturbated when she was little, but now she was clearly overwhelmed by desire, which aroused me so much that I pulled her hair hard and pressed it against my genitals, enjoying her service and lewd performance.
Just when I felt I was about to ejaculate, someone knocked on the door. Jing and I were so scared that our bodies stiffened for a second. Then I heard Xiaofeng timidly ask through the door, "Brother-in-law, are you going to take a shower? I'll go first." I gave Jing a wry smile and said loudly, "Okay, okay, you go first." Then I heard him go into the bathroom.
After being disturbed like that, my penis went limp. I said to Jing, "Continue." But Jing was also startled awake and said, "Let's get ready and talk about it tonight! Look how dangerous that was." Helpless, I had to put on my pants, thinking: I'm definitely going to do you tonight.
(II)
Suppressing my desire, I finally got through the afternoon and evening and lay down on the bed. Jing settled Xiao Feng in and then came into the room. As soon as she entered, she saw my gleaming eyes and lecherous smile. "Pfft!" she chuckled, walked over, sat on the bed, and hugged me, resting her head against my chest. She whispered, "Did you miss me?"
Jing exuded a familiar, faint fragrance, her cheeks slightly flushed—she was incredibly beautiful! I forcefully rolled her onto her side. She let out a soft laugh before my soft lips were already on hers. My right hand caressed Jing's full breasts, feeling her arms encircle me.
In a passionate, wet kiss, my hand slipped inside her clothes, moving from her soft abdomen to between her breasts, feeling the smoothness beneath the lace. I gently turned Jing towards me, reaching behind her and skillfully unfastening the clasp that had once troubled me, then grasped Jing's proud fullness in my hand. Jing gently bit me; I knew what she needed.
I pinched Jing's small, bean-like nipple between my fingers, and began to quickly and lightly rotate and knead it. She murmured "Mmm," and the kiss became more forceful, her legs rubbing against each other. My tongue moved away from her reluctant lips, and I whispered in her ear, "Your nipples are getting more and more sensitive."
"Mmm...it's all because of you..."
"Does it feel good?"
"It feels good... Do my nipples look nice?"
"Yes, they're pink."
"Aren't they too small?"
"I love your little nipples, ****."
"I love you! Husband."
"I love you too!"
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
I was pleasantly surprised. Although Jing was used to using her mouth on me, this was the first time she had asked for it.
"Mmm."
"You bad guy!" she said, getting up and smoothing her hair. She glanced at me seductively before slipping between my legs.
I felt a wetness below my testicles as her tongue lightly swept over them. The second time, it went even lower than the first, and I lifted my legs slightly. On the third time, she finally licked my anus, and I groaned comfortably. Jing's tongue stayed there. I looked up at her focused expression, and a sense of pride and conquest welled up inside me.
I remembered the first time I met Jing, I was just a stranger who was amazed by her beauty and sweet smile. Now, she was willing to do the most shameful things for me. God had been kind to me! Just as I was overjoyed, Jing had already moved on to my testicles, her tongue sweeping rapidly, arousing a wave of pleasure.
"Wife, you're getting better and better at licking!"
Jing's delicate eyebrows curved slightly, she didn't say anything, her eyes full of laughter.
Before she could take my penis into her mouth, I had already pulled her up and pressed her down beneath me: "I want you!"
"Come on!"
I gripped my erect penis with one hand and stirred it in her already soaking wet vulva, stimulating her clitoris and vaginal opening with the glans. Jing's clitoris was also very sensitive, and she usually liked me to touch it, but today I couldn't wait to continue teasing her.
"I'm coming in."
"Mmm... be gentle."
Actually, I always made sure she had plenty of lubrication, and my movements weren't rough, but Jing was just too tight. As soon as my glans broke through her vaginal opening, her brows furrowed.
"Does it hurt?" I stopped and asked gently.
"A little..."
"Baby, you're so tight!"
"Really?"
"Mmm!"
"Come in, it feels better."
This time, I slowly but firmly inserted my entire length into her. It felt like the previously closed walls of her vagina were being stretched open, and the tip of my penis felt like it had reached its limit, giving me a tingling sensation.
Jing opened her mouth wide, but didn't make a sound. Her limbs were tightly wrapped around me, and her ecstatic expression said it all.
I began to thrust slowly, slowly enough for me to free my right hand to caress her soft breasts. Our tongues intertwined, and our two bodies were connected by my genitals. I lifted my hips, leaving only the tip of my penis inside her, as if I were about to leave her. Jing half-opened her eyes and looked at me with unease. I playfully moved the tip of my penis gently from side to side, as if it might slip out at any moment. Jing's insecurity grew stronger and stronger, and finally, she couldn't help but hug my hips and press me against her, which earned her a hard shove.
She screamed in a moment of ecstasy, then suddenly asked in a panic, "Was I screaming loudly?"
"Not really."
"What do you mean 'not really'?"
"It's okay, only half the people in this building heard me."
"Ugh!"
"It's alright, let them hear, let them suffocate!"
"But what about Xiaofeng..."
"He's behind two doors, he can't hear us."
"Oh..."
I thrust rapidly, basically breaking down Jing's ability to think.
"So good! Husband..."
"Is your man's dick big?"
"Big..."
"Do you like being fucked by ****?"
"Yes... I like being fucked by you..."
I continued to verbally humiliate her: "I've never fucked a woman from Chongqing before, Chongqing girls are really good, big tits, and so cheap."
"I'm not cheap!"
"If you're not cheap, why are you licking my asshole?"
"Mmm... mmm..."
"You're a slut, you just like being fucked by Shanghai men."
"No, I used to look down on Shanghai men." She protested while moaning.
"Then why did you let me sleep with you?"
"Because I like you!" she hummed sweetly.
"Should I tell your colleagues and classmates that I slept with you?"
she moaned.
"Should I tell them how I fucked you? Tell them how big your breasts are, how tight your pussy is..."
"No..."
"Then you have to listen to me."
"Okay!"
I suddenly got up from her and turned off the light, then "whoosh" pulled open the curtains. The light from the building across the street shone through the glass window, faintly illuminating Jing's body in the darkness. I groped my way onto the bed, and a soft, warm body embraced me. My penis quickly found its warm home.
"Ugh!"
"Look at the houses across the street."
"Won't they see us?"
"No, even if they do, they won't be able to see our faces."
"Seeing our bodies is annoying too!"
"Your breasts are so big, it's perfect for showing them off."
"You're such a pervert! You wouldn't let anyone else see me, would you?"
"No, I'm just fantasizing!"
"Why do you think it's exciting for me to be seen by others?"
"Because you're mine. Your body should only be seen by me, but I can also give it to other men to see... I can't really explain it, it just feels so good."
I changed my perspective to the side, turning her face towards the window.
"Close your eyes."
Jing obediently complied.
I took her two full breasts, which were almost too big to hold, and kneaded them.
"Your breasts seem to be getting bigger."
"Recently, um, I've been eating papaya."
"No wonder!"
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it. Do a lot of men stare at you there?"
She whimpered again.
"Imagine that there's a stranger outside the window watching us make love."
"No, I don't want anyone to see!"
"He can't see our faces, only our outlines, and he can see us making love."
"..."
"I'm holding your breasts so he can't see your chest... Can you feel his gaze moving over your body?"
Jing let out a low breath and squeezed her legs together, as if afraid of being seen in her private parts.
I kissed her smooth back and neck, whispering in her ear, "Now I'm going to move my right hand away."
"No..."
But I didn't listen to her, and instead touched her buttocks with my right hand. Jing subconsciously covered her breasts with her arm, but I gently moved her hand away. "Let him see your breasts."
This time she silently complied.
"Can you feel him staring at your breasts?"
"..."
I gently rubbed her nipples to give her more stimulation, and the back of my hand touched her breasts, feeling goosebumps on her skin. I chuckled and said softly, "You can feel it, right?"
Jing let out a faint gasp.
"He's definitely never seen such beautiful breasts before," I continued, "His wife's breasts are definitely not as full as yours... and his nipples aren't like yours either, they're pink... Let him watch me touch your breasts, let him imagine how comfortable it would feel to hold them... He wants to touch them too... How about letting him touch them?"
"No..." Jing weakly insisted.
I increased the frequency of my thrusts: "Just let him touch it."
"..."
I pounded into a spot inside her vagina at a strange angle. She arched her back, rubbing her hips against me wantonly, moaning.
"Want me to let him touch you while I fuck you?"
"Mmm...mmm..." Jing suddenly turned halfway around, grabbed my waist with her right hand, and whispered, "Fuck me!"
I answered with action. She panted, enjoying it, and suddenly said, "Do you want...me to be seen by other men?"
"Yes...yes!" Happiness came so suddenly that my voice trembled slightly.
"Do you want him to touch me?"
"Yes!"
"Then I'll let him see."
"Mmm..." That familiar pleasure suddenly surged through me, and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.
"Touch my balls!" I commanded.
Jing's hand reached down and touched my testicles, which bounced with my movements, between her legs. Because she had to bend over, her hips were closer to my thrusts.
"I also want him to touch...my breasts."
"Say 'breasts'!" “
Mmm, touch my… breasts.” Jing said in a trembling voice, writhing and enjoying my thrusts and the words that came out of her own mouth. Unconsciously, her voice grew louder.
“What does it feel like when he touches you?” I took a breath, trying to resist the waves of intense pleasure surging from my penis and testicles.
“His hands are big, thick, and warm…”
“Go on.”
“…But his skin is rough, it scratched my… um, breasts.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels good when he touches me.”
“What does he look like?”
“Hmm, handsome, lecherous.”
“Do you want him to lick your nipples?”
“Yes, I’ve already offered myself up for him to lick.”
“You slut!”
“I’ll show you how slutty I am!” Jing said seductively.
"You're being played with so wildly by him, you slut!"
"I'll let you watch me slut like this! Oh...oh...fuck me! Husband."
"Let him suck your nipples, I'm going to cum!"
Jing gripped her breast with her left hand, a fine layer of sweat on her body. "Bite my tits!"
she shouted to the man in her fantasy, her right hand squeezing my testicles hard.
"Wife, I'm going to fuck you, I'll cum inside you, plant my seed in you!"
"I want your seed! Give me a few quick thrusts!"
I was covered in sweat, my face contorted from struggling to hold back the impending climax. But I knew she was coming too, "Hold on for another thirty seconds!" I shouted to myself. I exhaled all the air in my body, breathing with the smallest possible force, while fucking my woman with the fastest speed and the greatest force my body could muster...
The room was filled with the "slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh, my panting, Jing's shouts, and the "creak" of the bed. Oxygen was dwindling, far from enough to sustain the exertion of such intense activity. My oxygen-deprived brain was somewhat dazed, but the accumulating pleasure completely overwhelmed my consciousness.
The climax finally arrived; a surge of heat, accompanied by a spasm throughout my body, shot into Jing's vagina with a intensity I could feel. A moment later, Jing suddenly fell silent, but her mouth was wide open, her body trembling. A wave of gratification washed over me; the remaining semen in my testicles cheered and surged into her body like a tidal wave, wave after wave. With each spasm of mine, Jing trembled. We were both submerged in what seemed like an endless climax, only calming down after a long while.
Jing turned and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder, without saying a word. A moment later, I felt a dampness on my shoulder. I reached out and gently stroked her knotted hair, softly brushing strands behind her ear, unsure what to say.
Just as I was about to speak, she suddenly said, "I love you!"
"I know."
"Do you love me?"
"Love."
"How much do you love?"
"Love a lot!"
"How much is 'love a lot'?"
"Hmm... I love you so much that I want to marry you and have your children." "
Oh no! You weren't wearing a condom when I ejaculated!"
"It's my safe period today.
" "They say even the safe period isn't safe."
"..."
"Don't sleep!"
"I'm tired..."
"Talk to me! You always do this."
"..."
"You pig! You pig!"
"...
" "..."
In my daze, I seemed to hear my own snoring.
(III)
In a daze, I suddenly saw my female colleague Xingmei from the company, swaying in front of me, saying something. I looked around, everything was gray and dark, I didn't know where I was, this scene was a bit wrong, but what exactly was wrong? Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in my chaotic brain, "So I'm dreaming!"
Do whatever you want! No consequences! I looked at Xingmei again, and confirmed that I was definitely dreaming, and reached out and hugged her. Xingmei, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, was quite attractive. She hadn't been married long and usually wore tight trousers, revealing the curves of her round, pert buttocks. I loved walking behind her upstairs; her rhythmic, slightly seductive swaying
always stirred my fantasies…
Xingmei's features weren't clear in my arms, but I knew in my mind it was her. Without hesitation, I began to kiss and grope her full body wildly. Xingmei, oh Xingmei, sleeping soundly in your husband's arms in the distance, do you know you're being wantonly ravaged without resistance in your male colleague's dream? The saying "
the longer the night, the more dreams" had a new interpretation. To avoid waking up suddenly and regretting it for the rest of my life, I quickly pulled down her trousers, turned her around, and screamed in my heart, "Please don't wake up!" I eagerly aimed and thrust! Although it was a dream, a familiar pleasure surged through my lower body. While thrusting, I ripped Xingmei's top off her head, grasped her breasts with both hands, and enjoyed the sensation immensely, feeling incredibly satisfied with this erotic dream.
Just as I was enjoying the forbidden pleasure, a figure suddenly appeared beside me. In the dream, I knew it was Jing.
In reality, I would have been terrified, but this was my world. I pulled my fiancée behind me, forced her to kneel, and without even a command, through our conscious communication, Jing began to obediently suck my testicles. With my movements, her little tongue would lick the spot where Xingmei and I were joined, and then sweep across my anus. I felt an indescribable ecstasy, wishing I would never wake up…
A damned ringtone jolted me awake. I groggily glanced at the bedside table and realized I had forgotten to turn off my alarm. I cursed and quickly turned off my phone, then closed my eyes again without hesitation, praying to return to the scene. The absurd and erotic scene was still vivid in my mind, but the figures of Xingmei and Jing gradually faded. After reluctantly admitting defeat, I sighed and opened my eyes.
The lazy morning sunlight peeked through the gap in the curtains at 8:30, the gap already small, and it seemed to be a cloudy day, so it wasn't very bright. I felt my lower body push up the covers, and reached down to grasp it; it was rock hard.
I turned to look at Jing's back; the alarm clock seemed to have had no effect on her, she was still fast asleep, breathing slowly and deeply. I thought of Jing in my dream, and the desire in my heart was hard to suppress, but I didn't want to wake her.
I turned to my side and gently pressed my hard lower body against Jing's buttocks, trying to find some comfort.
Jing probably sensed my hardness in her sleep, and stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. I felt the softness of her buttocks, and the fire in my lower abdomen burned even brighter. The devil finally triumphed over the angel; I reached out and pulled Jing's thong aside, my lower body thrusting against the crevice between her labia. After just a couple of rubs, I felt Jing become wet.
Jing's breathing became heavy, her body shifted slightly, and she said in a languid voice, "What are you doing..."
"Doing you!" My hardness continued to rub against her.
"Didn't I give it to you last night?"
"I wanted it again."
"I'm not fully awake yet..."
"Then keep sleeping."
"How can I sleep like this?"
I didn't answer, and with a thrust of my hips, I entered a warm, soft, and slippery paradise.
"Mmm..." Jing groaned.
I placed one hand on her left breast, closed my eyes, and began to slowly thrust in and out, still slightly sleepy. Jing didn't move, only breathing softly, occasionally twisting her hips to match my angle.
After thrusting for a while, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. Although it wasn't the right time, I knew that holding it in would only make things worse.
"Wife, I'm going to the bathroom."
"Mmm... come back quickly..."
I got up and walked past the mirror in front of the bed, and couldn't help but laugh at my erect penis. Thinking that I didn't know if Xiaofeng was awake yet, I put on a bathrobe. A sudden thought struck me. I glanced at Jing's exposed, snow-white breasts and legs, visible beneath the thin blanket. I opened the door but didn't close it immediately.
I listened intently outside; there was no sound from the living room or guest room. Young people like to sleep in, so she was probably still asleep. I opened the door halfway and went into the bathroom. The thought of Xiaofeng coming out of the room and seeing Jing half-naked on the bed from the living room filled me with a thrill of exposing my fiancée, making me so hard I couldn't urinate.
I took a few deep breaths, finally calming myself down, and then went back into the room. Jing seemed to be asleep again. I looked at her languid beauty and gently lifted the blanket covering her lower body. Jing's smooth thighs came into view, and the white lace thong outlined the fullness of her labia. I reached out and gently touched the indentation between her labia, feeling the moisture through the thin fabric.
Jing's red lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft breath. With a flick of my fingers, I hooked the crotch of her panties and positioned it against one side of Jing's plump labia. My thumb pressed against her clitoris, gently rotating it, while my ring finger lightly traced a path from her anus to her vaginal opening, sweeping back and forth with its tip. Jing trembled, her vaginal opening contracting rhythmically with my movements, and suddenly a gush of fluid escaped.
I glanced at the still half-open door, thinking, "If your brother saw this, I wonder how excited he'd be!"
Jing hadn't opened her eyes the entire time, so of course she was unaware of the danger she was in. I imagined Xiao Feng hiding behind the door, spying on Jing's beautiful vulva, and I was exposing her more and more…
Without further ado, I reached out and pulled off Jing's panties—she even lifted her hips to cooperate—I ripped open the sheet and pounced on her, instantly penetrating her secret cave.
"You're so hot!" Jing complained, "You don't let me sleep!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down."
"What's wrong?"
"I opened the door."
Jing opened her eyes, a little confused, and looked at the door. Her body jolted, and she widened her eyes, lowering her voice to say, "Hurry up and close it! What if Xiaofeng sees us?" As she spoke, she tried to push me away with her small hands.
"He hasn't gotten up yet. I just went out to listen."
"No! Mmm..."
Before she could finish speaking, I silenced her with my mouth, and then began to thrust into her violently. Her head twisted and tried to dodge, but gradually she lost her strength. I freed my hand to caress Jing's breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples. She finally hugged me again.
"Move gently... the bed is too loud..."
"Mmm!"
"Won't Xiaofeng hear us?"
I thought, don't you know as well as I do? But I said, "No."
"Oh..."
"We're all family, it's no big deal if he sees us." I started to push my luck.
"I'll be embarrassed..."
"Has your brother ever been with a woman?"
"I don't know... um... I heard he has a girlfriend..."
"Is she prettier than you?"
"How would I know!"
"Definitely not as pretty as you." Hehe, Jing would never disagree with that.
"..."
"And her breasts are definitely not as big as yours."
"..." Jing still didn't speak, only silently enduring my actions.
"Your body is so beautiful, Xiaofeng would definitely not be able to sleep if he saw your naked body."
"Pervert... um..."
"Did you ever see Xiaofeng wearing open-crotch pants when he was little?"
Jing chuckled, without answering.
"You did, right?"
Jing nodded slightly, which was considered an answer.
"He's grown so much, his penis must have grown too."
"..."
"Do you want to see what it looks like?"
"No way..."
"Then touch it, touch it and see how long it is."
"No... let his girlfriend touch it."
"Oh, then you take off your clothes and show it to him, let him touch his girlfriend while he looks, let him imagine touching you."
"..." Perhaps because her lower body was getting more and more comfortable, Jing didn't object.
"Isn't it exciting to have your little brother admire your naked body?"
"..."
"How about letting your little brother see while your husband touches your breasts?"
Jing whimpered.
"Do you like having your husband touch your breasts?"
"Yes..."
"Wife, you're so beautiful."
"Mmm...husband."
"With such a beautiful woman, I can do whatever I want with her."
"Yes..."
"I want you to strip naked for Xiaofeng to see."
"No...a swimsuit looks better..."
Haha! This is a small step for me, but a giant leap for Jing.
"Let's ask Xiaofeng to go swimming!"
"Okay!"
"Wear the outfit I bought you."
"A bikini?"
"Yeah."
"That outfit is so revealing!"
"Didn't you wear one
before?" "Everyone wore that in Phuket."
"It's for swimming, it's okay, just show off your figure!"
"Hmm..."
"Show off half your breasts to Xiaofeng, see if he gets hard."
Jing said "Oh," "It feels so good... honey."
"We'll pretend to play in the water together, and then your butt will accidentally touch his hard thing pressing against you."
"Ah..."
"You pretend you don't know, and rub your butt against him."
"Ah... ah..."
"Will you get wet too?"
"Yeah, I got wet in the pool." Jing said breathlessly with her eyes closed, completely in the mood.
"Do you want him to secretly touch you in the pool?"
"If you're willing, I'll let him touch you." You have a conscience, you still remember me.
"I pretended not to know and secretly watched."
"I know you like to watch."
"Watch what?"
"Watch me being touched by others."
"Hmm...yes..." Hearing Jing say this, I felt a surge of excitement and increased the frequency: "After touching your butt for a while, he put his hand inside your swim trunks."
"Oh..." Jing shuddered, lifting her two beautiful legs and swinging them on either side of my waist.
"At the poolside, dozens of people secretly touched your clitoris."
Jing frowned, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure.
"He saw you were very wet, so he inserted his finger!"
"Ugh...ugh..." Jing suddenly pulled the blanket over her mouth. I was also incredibly excited by her slutty appearance and fucked her hard.
"Do you want your brother to help you with his hand?"
"Mmm..."
"Then you feel him pull his finger out, and suddenly he presses his lower body against you."
Jing struggled.
"His glans is right at your entrance, and you're all wet down there."
"Ugh..."
"He rubbed against you, and then his glans slid in."
"No..."
"You were afraid I'd be unhappy, so you moved your butt away, and he slid out again."
"Oh..."
"But he still wouldn't let you go, he grabbed your waist and wouldn't let you leave."
"No..."
"Let him fuck you?"
"..."
"I want to see you get fucked by him."
"..."
"He's back up."
"Mmm."
"He's slid in again, it's so slippery." I deliberately pulled my penis out most of the way, leaving only the glans gently sliding inside Jing's body: "Let him fuck you?"
"...Okay..." Jing's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. I felt like I was listening to heavenly music, and thrust in all the way to the root.
"Ahhh..." Jing opened her mouth wide, still holding half a sheet in her mouth.
"Call his name."
"Xiaofeng!"
"Say 'fuck me'!"
"Fuck me!"
"Oh...so exciting!"
"Husband..."
"Let me watch him fuck you!"
"See!"
"Wife, how about you cheat on me?"
"Hmm...here you go!" Jing frantically grabbed my hair: "I'm coming...give me a few hard thrusts!"
I was covered in sweat, my strength was already exhausted, but it felt so good: "I'll fuck you to death!"
"Ahhh..." Jing's face twisted and she moaned: "Shoot in my mouth!"
"Then you say Xiaofeng shoot in your mouth." "
Xiaofeng shoot in my mouth!"
"Louder!"
"Xiaofeng shoot in my mouth!!"
I couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled out and sat on Jing's body. Without me saying anything, Jing tried to tilt her head back and started licking my testicles. After only a few strokes, a stream of semen sprayed near Jing's eyes. Jing was so frightened that she shuddered and immediately moved up and opened her mouth wide to catch the semen.
The second, third, and fourth streams—some shot into her mouth, some onto her hair, the pillow, and even her small nostrils weren't completely spared. When I emptied my balls, Jingmei's face was a mess of thick, white semen. But at that moment, she was incredibly beautiful; I had never loved her as much as I did then.
I exaggeratedly lay down on the bed, glancing at Xiaofeng's door, and saw it was ajar.
(IV)
That day, Xiaofeng's door wasn't fully open, but this made it even clearer that he had heard the noise and wanted to hear more, which was perfectly natural. When I was studying abroad, I had heard sounds from next door in my university dormitory; the stimulation was unbearable, especially if my girlfriend wasn't around and I couldn't relieve my pent-up desire…
I decided to add fuel to the fire.
Xiaofeng's clothes were usually washed and dried with ours; Jingmei would fold them neatly, while Xiaofeng's were left in his room. On the day of laundry, I secretly turned off the dryer and stuffed one of Jing's lace panties into the leg of one of Xiaofeng's pants. Jing, as expected, didn't notice. Looking at the neatly folded pile of clothes on Xiaofeng's bed, I imagined Xiaofeng's reaction upon discovering my beautiful cousin's sexy panties… What would he do? Would he secretly put it back in the washing machine, or…?
The next day, I specifically checked the washing machine—it wasn't there. Could it be that Xiaofeng hadn't noticed either?
The third day, I got off work early and thoroughly searched Xiaofeng's room, anxiously listening for any movement at the door. Finally, I found the panties crumpled up under a pile of underwear on the bedside table. They were well hidden; you'd never see them unless you were looking carefully.
Xiaofeng was indeed interested in Jing's panties! My heart pounded. What would he do with them? Would he wear them? Or would he wrap them around his young penis, feeling the lace against his skin while masturbating? Would he fantasize about being intimate with Jing at the same time? How did he plan to sleep with his cousin?
That night, as the three of us sat at the table eating, I kept imagining Xiaofeng holding my lace-covered lower body, eyes closed, softly whispering, "Sister, you're so tight..." I was hard the whole time, unable to taste the food. Xiaofeng's gaze towards Jing seemed a little strange.
Since accepting Xiaofeng's sexual fantasy last time, coupled with my recent deliberate "training," Jing had basically accepted the topic—of course, only in bed, and only after I had given her sufficient stimulation.
The best opportunity was usually in the latter half, when she was already experiencing waves of pleasure from me; at that point, it was quite easy to get her to talk nonsense. Tonight, I planned to press my advantage.
After a passionate, intense encounter, Jing's face was flushed with desire, her eyes almost closed, her rosy lips searching
for my tongue, cheeks, chin…
I whispered in her ear, "Wife, how about we play a role-playing game?"
"Hmm," Jing said, her eyes half-open, glancing at me with a half-smile, "Trying to play my little brother again?"
"You know I love this, make me feel good!"
"Okay, come on…" Jing closed her eyes completely.
"Imagine the three of us going out to sea in a boat, only to encounter a storm and be stranded on a deserted island…"
I whispered in a hypnotic tone, "The island has clear water and white sand, plenty of food and drink. We built a small wooden house on the beach, warm in winter and cool in summer…"
"Since we don't have much to do, the two of us often hide away from Xiaofeng in the wild, strip naked, lie on the fragrant grass, and make love under the blue sky and white clouds." "
...So comfortable! Husband." Jing's voice was full of longing.
"But poor Xiaofeng has no woman, so he can only use his hands every day."
"Oh..." Jing seemed a little sorry for him.
"But he couldn't finish it himself, so Xiaofeng wanted it more and more... Later, he would sneak up to our cabin at night and eavesdrop on us making love."
"Ah..."
"He even peeked at us through the cracks in the wall."
"Oh..." Jing's vagina contracted slightly.
"I found out, and I whispered it in your ear. Your face turned red. If you want to stop, I'll say, 'Xiaofeng is pitiful. Let him see. Masturbating will make you feel better, okay?'"
"Mmm..." Jing let out an almost inaudible sound of agreement, her cheeks turning red and hot.
"So I let you sit on me, and let Xiaofeng see your naked body..."
Jing frowned slightly, struggling, her snow-white skin flushed.
"Your breasts were swaying as I fucked them, and Xiaofeng saw it all... Was it exciting?"
"...Exciting..." Jing basically let go.
"I held your buttocks, spread your labia, and let Xiaofeng see my penis stretching your vagina, thrusting into you again and again..."
"Oh...I've never seen that myself..." "
It's pitiful for Xiaofeng to be secretly watching from outside. Let him come in and see, okay?" "
..." Jing didn't speak. "
Anyway, there's no one else on the island. No one will know." "
...Let him come in..." Jing obeyed.
"Won't you feel embarrassed?" I teased her.
"Hmm..."
"Then how about I blindfold you?"
"...Okay..."
I magically produced a tie and blindfolded her, tying a knot behind her head.
"Now you're lying there naked. I'll open the door and let Xiaofeng in. Xiaofeng says, 'Sister, you're so beautiful!' He says he hasn't touched a woman in a long time, and then begs you if he can touch your breasts. I also say, 'He's a young man with a strong sex drive, he's been holding back for so long, as his older sister, you should indulge him this once!' Okay?"
"Hmm... touch me..." Jing trembled slightly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
I deliberately moved my body away, took a woolen glove from under the pillow, put it on, and then caressed Jing's tender white breasts. Immersed in her fantasy, Jing didn't expect that unfamiliar touch, which added to the realism of the scene, and she let out a long sigh.
"Xiaofeng touched your left breast to your right breast," the rubbing of the woolen gloves accompanied my description, "and then from your ear down to your toes..."
Jing struggled, twisted, and enjoyed it.
"Then he took your toes into his mouth." My tongue slipped between Jing's small toes without warning, causing her beautiful legs to twitch, but she couldn't resist the temptation and let me hold them in my mouth again, enjoying the indescribable taste.
"Do you like Xiaofeng licking you?"
"...Yes..."
"Tell him to lick the other foot."
"...Xiaofeng...lick sister's...left foot..." Jing uttered the lewd words with difficulty, and I knew she couldn't turn back now.
My tongue lightly moved up along the inside of Jing's incredibly delicate thighs, stopping just before reaching her labia.
"Do you want him to lick your vulva?"
Jing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Beg him."
"...Please, Xiaofeng...lick my pussy..."
When I lifted my head, my chin agape, Jing had already entered a state of complete absorption, the sheets soaked.
"Then you feel Xiaofeng climb on top of you, he's holding you with his hands, his hardness pressing against you..."
Jing didn't say anything, just hugged me tightly.
"He's going to come in, he's going to fuck you..."
Jing's legs, raised high, crossed and hooked around me, she whispered in my ear, "Come on!"
"Then he thrust in hard, and you were penetrated by your own brother." I gave Jing a real, deep thrust.
"Ah...woo..." Jing bit my shoulder.
"Xiaofeng is fucking you hard, does it feel good?"
"It feels good!"
"Do you like being fucked in front of your husband?"
"Yes... ahh..."
"I also like watching other men fuck you!" "
Mmm... I only let Xiaofeng fuck me!"
"Then will you let me fuck you?"
"No, let Xiaofeng fuck you!"
Not being able to fuck my own wife, only being able to watch her being fucked by other men, this thought made me feel extremely excited! I fucked Jing wildly, humiliating her with all sorts of words. She laughed and moaned wantonly.
I decided to unleash tonight's killer, Lan.
"Seriously, Xiaofeng really wants to fuck you."
"Then let him come!" Jing thought I was still acting.
"Do you know where your white lace panties went?"
Jing suddenly became a little more awake, confused and didn't speak.
"Your brother took your panties, maybe he's putting them on his dick and playing with them!" I lewdly gave Jing irresistible pleasure with each thrust.
"How do you know?" Jing couldn't accept this fact for a moment.
"I saw it in his room. He hasn't put it back these past few days, and he's been staring at your breasts and ass the whole time."
"..." Jing closed her eyes; I knew she believed her.
"You still think of him as a child! He's all grown up, and his girlfriend isn't around. He must be desperate for a woman. Let him keep that pair of underwear!"
"Hmph..."
"How about I steal it back tomorrow and let you wear it again? Just thinking about it is exciting! Your underwear will be on your brother's penis, and then you can use it to wrap your vagina."
"Oh! Stop talking, fuck me..."
"Do you want it harder?"
"Yes!"
"Then tell me something exciting." I knew she was close to climax, so I started to act coquettish.
"Mmm...mmm...what do you want to hear?"
"Don't you know?"
"Pervert...just wants...let Xiaofeng fuck me..."
"Yeah, right! Wife, that feels so good, keep going!"
"Next time, I'll take a shower, drink with you guys without a bra, and then... bend down to pour you drinks, letting you see my breasts..."
"Yeah, you sit between us, lifting your skirt higher and higher, revealing your white thighs."
"Okay... that dress has wide sleeves, so I'll deliberately raise my hand, letting Xiaofeng see my breasts..."
"Yeah, he saw your whole breasts."
"Then you pretend to be drunk, and I... I... seduce him."
"How?"
"I said my shoulders hurt, and asked him to massage them... then I went into his room, lay on his bed, and let him sit on me and massage."
"He must have been rock hard, was he pressing against you?"
"Yes, pressing against my butt. My lower body was so itchy, I really wanted him to penetrate me..."
I was so excited listening to this: "Then what are we waiting for?"
"I made him take off my clothes... and he pulled my skirt off my head, and when he found I wasn't wearing anything underneath, he... pounced on me!"
"Lift up and let him touch your breasts."
"Yeah, I let him touch them."
"Put your ass up so he can fuck you."
"Mmm, his thing stretched my pussy open, it's so big..."
"How does he fuck you?"
"He fucks me hard, it feels so good..."
"Even better than when I fuck you, right?"
"Yes, he's younger and harder..."
I couldn't stand hearing my woman say that, of course I was enjoying it immensely.
"I was listening to you two fucking in the living room."
"Listen! Listen to your wife letting someone else fuck her in her own home."
"I'm fucking you!"
"Don't cum, he hasn't cum yet, I... I want more!"
"You slut, you enjoy being fucked by someone else so much!"
"It's so good... more good than with you... how about it? Ah..."
"Wife, I can't take it anymore... I can't hold back!"
"Just a little longer, husband, I'm coming too!"
"..." I held my breath and resisted desperately.
"So good... oh! Husband, so good... oh... fuck me! I'll let you two fuck me together...
oh... oh..." This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"I'm coming!"
"Come on! Husband, come inside! I'll let him come inside me too, let him get me pregnant! Ahhhhh..."
The moment of ejaculation felt like being close to God, the pleasure was simply unbearable. Jing writhed and moaned beneath me, enjoying her orgasm. I buried my head in the pillow and roared, thrusting and releasing my last bit of animalistic energy until I was exhausted. Jing was no longer moving, just holding me tightly.
I lay on Jing's soft body, somewhat lost in thought, thinking about how I had trained her all along, it hadn't been easy! Transforming her from a lady into what she is now. The time seemed ripe for some real action...
(V)
What should I do next? After that day, I was constantly indulging in fantasies. Jing was willing to cooperate with my fantasies, but she was, after all, a traditional woman, and she couldn't openly seduce her cousin.
One day, while browsing Hotmail at home, I accidentally discovered Xiaofeng's account. A thought struck me, and after a moment's thought, a plan began to take shape…
I searched online and luckily found Xiaofeng's posts on some websites where he had left his email address. I quickly created another account. Five minutes later, I saw an email on the screen addressed to Xiaofeng: "Hello, I saw your post on XXX website. Are you a college student?" I thought for a moment, decided to write that much, and sent it…
I knew Xiaofeng used this computer almost every day, but I didn't know if he frequently checked his Hotmail account, so I decided to take a gamble.
That night, I secretly checked my inbox, but there was no reply. The computer was in the living room, and I
had to quickly close the window if someone came near…
The next day, I checked again at work, still nothing.
Just when I was about to lose my patience, on the third day, he finally replied.
"Hello, I just graduated. Who are you?"
Haha! We connected! My reply was this:
"My beautiful wife and I are looking for a young and handsome man to join us for a blind date, preferably a college student, over 1.75 meters tall. I wonder if you meet these requirements? Please rest assured of our sincerity. I can send you a photo of my wife, of course, her face won't be shown."
That night, lying on Jing's body, I was unusually hard with anticipation. As soon as I penetrated her, Jing cried out in pleasure. I took the opportunity to tell her the first part of my plan in detail.
Jing blushed deeply after listening: "You jerk! You're always scheming against me..."
"Haha, I wonder if Xiaofeng responded?"
"He probably thinks this guy's a pervert."
"It's okay, I just want to know if he's interested in other people's wives."
"Oh... what if he wants my picture?"
"Take a close-up for him."
"Where?"
"Take the part of your body that's most beautiful."
Jing blushed even more: "You bad guy!"
"What are you thinking?" I looked at her with a half-smile: "I meant your calves."
"Nonsense!" Jing panicked: "You clearly meant... something else... you're still denying it!"
"Where am I thinking?" I continued to play dumb.
"Didn't you always say the most beautiful part of my body is... my breasts..." Jing blurted out shyly.
"Then are you willing to let him see them?" I went along with it.
"No way!"
"You can wear something, just don't show anything."
"..."
"Is it good, honey?" I gave her a few good thrusts.
"Mmm...mmm..." I couldn't tell if it was a moan or agreement, but I took it as a yes.
An hour later, I still hadn't ejaculated, and Jing was already begging for mercy. I said, "Let's take a break." I dismounted and pulled Jing into my arms.
"Honey, shall we go see if Xiaofeng has replied?"
"You're thinking about it?" I teased her.
"I'm just curious!" Her face lit up with excitement, so cute!
"Let's go now."
"Okay."
I carefully pushed open the door. The living room was dark, and Xiaofeng's room was also dark. Jing and I, wearing bathrobes, tiptoed to the computer and logged into my newly opened account.
Xiaofeng didn't disappoint us. His reply read: "I'm 1.77 meters tall, 22 years old, just graduated from university, and I'd say I'm handsome! How old are you? I want to see your wife, any part of her is fine. Danny."
"Xiaofeng's English name is Danny!" Jing said.
"How do we get back?" I whispered in her ear, my hand caressing Jing's full, round breasts, feeling the softness beneath her silk nightgown.
The moment I pinched her nipple, her body went limp against me, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Whatever you want," she murmured.
"Where should we show him?"
"Whatever you say."
"Let's tease him, let's show him your lower abdomen first."
"...Okay!"
"Can we take the picture now?"
"Hold me a little longer!"
"Okay..."
After a moment of tenderness...
"Wife, take off your nightgown." I directed, camera in hand.
"What if someone sees us?"
"Then hurry up, it'll be fine once we're done. Come on!"
"..." Jing stared at Xiao Feng's door for a while, then listened intently, making sure there was no movement, before finally taking off her nightgown.
She stood there naked, the living room still dark, the light from outside filtering through the semi-transparent curtains, illuminating her almost perfect body. I could vaguely see Jing's mature and graceful curves, imagining her completely exposed to another man just inches away through a thin door, and my lower body felt like it was about to burst out of my pants.
"Turn to the side... straighten your legs... um, yes, like that, don't move."
"Click... click..." The flash of the camera ambiguously recorded every inch of Jing's beauty.
"Turn around... bend over... wife, this pose is so sexy!"
"Click..."
"One more... okay!"
Jing, who was intoxicated by the lewd atmosphere, sobered up a bit and hurriedly pulled me back to the room.
"You go back first, I still need to pick one to Photoshop and send to Xiaofeng." I said with a smile in my ear.
Jing pinched me, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, gave me a flirty look, and quickly ran back to the bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later, an email with a beautiful photo of Jing's warm and flat abdomen was sent out. I turned off the computer, walked back to the bedroom quietly and opened the door—Jing was actually lying naked on the bed masturbating!
I stared, dumbfounded, at my gentle and demure Jing, one hand kneading her breast, the other disappearing between her legs, her thighs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other, not even stopping when I entered.
I pounced on her…
I sat there, mesmerized, in front of my laptop in the office, recalling the storm of passion of the previous night, a slight smile creeping onto my lips. Jing's lower abdomen had been particularly sensitive last night…
I really wanted to check her Hotmail account at the office, but I knew good things take time, they need to be shared. I took the laptop home (we have Wi-Fi at home).
Xiao Feng noticed, somewhat strangely, that we'd been coming into the room very early these past two days.
On the bedside table, I held Jing, dressed in a sexy nightgown, in my arms, my laptop on her lap. I kissed her earlobe: "Take a look, I've been waiting all day."
"You're going to be so impatient, I won't let you see!" Though I said that, Jing was clearly just as impatient as I was.
Xiao Feng's message read: "Wow! So beautiful, not an ounce of fat, so exciting... You guys are quite young, right? How about a get-together? Can you show me again next time? What should we call each other? Maybe I'll call you Big Brother or Big Sister. I like fair-skinned women, preferably a few years older than me, and I think Big Sister must be like that. Do you guys usually use MSN or QQ? I'm available in the afternoon or evening, but it's more convenient if it's late at night. Danny."
"Xiao Feng said his type seems to be you!" My hands roamed over Jing's body.
"..." Jing lay limply on top of me, seemingly without any strength.
"What should we reply to him?"
"How should I know..."
I suddenly wondered if Xiao Feng was online in the living room? So I added him, but he wasn't online.
"What do you want to do?"
"Chat with him," I gave a lewd smile, "Let's do it together."
"Won't we give ourselves away?"
"Of course, how could he know it's us?"
"Oh..." Jing laughed, thinking of the fun part.
Just then, an MSN window popped up on the screen—Xiao Feng was online!
Jing and I exchanged a bewildered look. Although that was our plan, this was still too sudden! Before we could even decide whether to log off, a message arrived.
"Is this Big Brother/Big Sister?"
"What should we do?" Jing nervously turned to look at me.
"Say...hello."
"Oh!" Jing mechanically typed those two words.
"Is it Big Brother?"
"This is a test," I laughed, "say no."
"Oh! It's Big Sister?"
"Just call me Sister, 'Big Sister' sounds a bit rustic." Jing typed this herself.
"Okay, where's Big Brother?"
"He hasn't gotten off work yet," Jing made up. Being a chat enthusiast, she quickly relaxed.
"Working so hard, what do you do, brother?"
"Just a white-collar worker."
"Oh! And you, sister?" "
...A police officer." Jing typed, laughing.
"!"
"I catch little rascals."
"Haha! You're kidding, right?"
"Are you a college student?"
"Just graduated."
"Oh...where are you?"
"In Shanghai."
"Are you working?"
"I'm doing a temporary job now, still looking."
"Oh!"
"Does brother often come home very late?"
"Yeah." My right hand slipped between Jing's legs, and she twisted slightly.
"Sister, your photos are so beautiful!"
I laughed, "I'm wet!" I whispered in Jing's ear.
"Do you like them?" Jing hesitated.
"I like them, they're so white and tender, I really want to touch them."
Jing's ears turned red. I chuckled softly, took her earlobe into my mouth, and watched what she would type next.
Jing paused for a moment, then wrote: "Hey little rascal, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, but she's in my hometown."
"Where is your hometown?" Jing asked, feigning ignorance.
"Chongqing."
"Oh, Chongqing is known for its beautiful women!"
"Not bad, my cousin is really pretty."
Jing's expression was incredibly smug.
"Really?"
"She's as fair-skinned as my cousin."
"So, do you like your cousin?" "
Yes. She and her boyfriend are often very loud, and sometimes I secretly listen outside the door."
Jing and I exchanged a shocked look, then she glanced guiltily at the door.
"What did you hear?"
"Sex!"
"Is there anything special about it?" Jing probed.
"What else could there be? But my cousin moans really loudly, much more open than my girlfriend!"
"Hey little rascal, how old were you when you started?"
"Hehe, two years of experience."
"Is it frequent?"
"Two or three times a week when I was in school! What about you, sis?"
"Yeah, about the same!" Jing lied and made a face at me.
"Sis, do you have any videos?"
"No." Jing and I both laughed.
"Oh... I really want to see what you look like."
"You're definitely not as pretty as your cousin."
"Not necessarily! What kind of photos will you send me next time, sis?" "
What do you want to see ? " "
Can I see your breasts? I think your breasts must be very beautiful. " "Dream on!" "Sis, I really want to see them. " "We'll see!" " Sis, do you know what I'm doing? " "How should I know? " "I'm using my hand." "Huh?" Really? In the living room? "Yeah, my cousin and the others are asleep. " "You're so bold, aren't you afraid of being seen?" "Probably not, I just feel this way while talking to you. Sis, I'm looking at your photos!" "Hmm..." "I want to kiss you." "Oh ..." "You're wearing a sexy, thin nightgown, I come over and hug you, kissing you passionately, your lips are so soft and sweet..." "Hmm..." "Without realizing it, my hand climbs up to your full breasts..." Jing's body trembled slightly, and I cooperated by starting to caress her alluring curves. "My hands roamed down your delicate body, gently rubbing your buttocks..." "Does it feel good?" "It feels amazing! Then my hands slipped under your skirt, gently moving up your inner thighs..." "I grabbed your hands to stop you from moving." I deliberately stopped a centimeter below your panties, teasing Jing with my fingertips. "I moved my hands away and started stroking your smooth back, my tongue parting your red lips and finding your tongue..." The kid was quite patient. "Mmm..." "When our tongues intertwined, lost in passion, I suddenly grabbed your lower body..." Jing's face flushed red, and she half-closed her eyes, leaning against me. My palm immediately covered her private parts, unable to move because her thighs were clamped between them. "My fingers skillfully played with the most tender parts of your body through the thin panties, and you quickly became wet, holding me and panting..." Jing's breathing became rapid, and she grabbed my penis and started rubbing it. "I pulled up your pajamas, took them off your shoulders, and you raised your hands to cooperate. Then I turned you around, making you bend over facing the sofa..." I imagined this scene, and a trickle of fluid welled up in my glans. Jing's hand felt so good... "I took out my fully erect penis and pressed it against your vaginal opening, slowly rubbing it. Does it feel good, sis?" I gestured to Jing with my lips, signaling her to give me some encouragement. Jing dazedly typed "Mmm." "Do you want it?"

My fingers slipped inside the side of her panties, teasing the soft flesh between her labia. A gush of fluid moistened my middle finger. "Give it to him," I whispered in Jing's ear.
"Yes."
"Turn back and look at me alluringly, then I'll thrust in with all my might..."
My middle finger, already prepared, instantly slid into Jing's. Her mouth opened wide, letting out a suppressed cry.
"Does it feel good, sis?"
"Yes."
"Is it big?"
"Big..."
"I'll reach out and grasp your breasts, and start fucking you..."
"Come on!"
My fingers moved in and out rapidly, feeling Jing's layers of "gentle caresses."
"I skillfully vary the depth and direction, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes left, sometimes right. Sis, your vagina is so tight and slippery, it feels amazing!"
"Mmm..." Jing's hand gripped my penis tightly, making me groan involuntarily.
"Sis, I want to hear you say 'fuck me.'"
"Fuck me!"
"Sis, how do you like me to fuck you?"
"Powerfully, deeply."
"I'll give it to you like this, all the way inside you..."
"Oh...so deep!"
"Sis, can I fuck you from the front while holding you?"
"Sure!"
"I'll carry you to the bed, look at your beautiful face and perfect body, lift your legs, and thrust inside..."
"Lift my legs high, and give it to me again and again..."
Jing's cheeks were burning hot, and I could feel the wet sheet under her buttocks on the back of my hand. My penis was thrusting against her, and I whispered in her ear, "Wife, I can hardly stand watching this!" Jing gave me a flirtatious wink, then turned to look at what Xiao Feng had written.
"Your breasts are heaving from my fucking, and I reached out and grabbed one, kneading it hard..."
"Pinch my nipple hard!" Jing moaned, saying the same thing to me.
Watching this farcical scene of sibling incest, the image of Xiaofeng pressing down on Jing and thrusting wildly flashed through my mind. I couldn't take it anymore... I ripped off Jing's panties, grabbed my penis, and aimed it. Jing arched her buttocks to cooperate, allowing me to penetrate her from behind. "Ah..." We both let out a satisfied sigh at the same time.
"I'm moving faster and faster, feeling more and more good..."
The only response was the sound of flesh colliding in the bedroom.
"Say 'brother fucks me!'"
"Brother, fuck me!"
"Sister, I love fucking you...it feels so good...I want to cum inside you, okay?"
"Okay, a few quick thrusts." Jing endured me, struggling to write a few words.
"I'm fucking you fast, making you swing your head and open your mouth wide, screaming wildly..."
"Ah," Jing only had time to write one word, "I'm coming! I'm cumming!"
...There was no sound for a long time. I had forgotten about Xiaofeng in the living room, only closing my eyes and enjoying my fiancée's tight, wet vagina.
"Sis, I really came just now, did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah, he's back, I'm logging off." Jing had lost all interest in continuing.
"Oh, bye-bye!"
Jing logged off, swaying from my thrusts, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Fuck me..." she trembled.
"You let your brother fuck you."
"Yeah..."
"Exciting, right?"
"Exciting..."
"You were so into it just now!"
"It's because you like it." "You
're getting a good deal and still acting innocent." I said, but I didn't stop, making Jing writhe like a water snake.
"What... a good deal... you guys got a good deal..."
"He probably ejaculated in the living room just now."
"Yeah..."
"Think about your brother's cock, so young and tender, it would feel so good to have it inside you!"
"Stop talking, it's so perverted, I can't take it... oh... oh..."
"Maybe he's eavesdropping outside the door right now!"
"Let him listen!" The pleasure coming from Jing's lower body made her very brave.
"Let him have his fun on you!"
Jing frowned, her eyes closed.
"Do you want your little brother to ejaculate inside you?"
"Mmm..." Jing was stimulated and hugged me.
"Let him plant his seed in you."
"Ah..."
I was extremely excited: "I'll fuck you to death, you slut!"
"Come on! You." Jing still had her eyes closed, her expression extremely lewd.
"I want to beat you up, wife."
Jing didn't speak for a moment, then nodded, her face a little nervous.
"Slap!" I lightly slapped her across the face, it felt so good to be fucking a beautiful woman while slapping her!
She whimpered in pain.
"Slut!"
"Slap!" I hit her harder, testing her.
"No..." Jing shook her head and begged, which further aroused my lust.
"I'll beat you up, and you still have to fuck me, you slut!"
"Slap!" I slapped her so hard that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but I could feel her lower body squeezing me even tighter.
"You slut, flirting and fucking your own cousin in front of your man!"
"Slap! Slap!" Amidst Jing's tearful pleas, I vented my anger.
"Tell me, aren't you a slut?"
I was immersed in frenzied excitement, beating and fucking Jing as I went. Jing dodged, moaned, and twisted, then hugged me tightly.
"Husband, harder, I'm coming!" Her voice was squeezed out of her throat, like someone on the verge of death.
I was gratified to have awakened Jing's masochistic desires, feeling like I was standing at the pinnacle of the world.
"Faster...faster..." Jing pressed my buttocks, thrusting me into her lower body again and again.
"You're my bitch!" I shouted in her ear, and then orgasm overwhelmed us. We screamed wildly, scratching and biting each other, indulging in a carnal paradise...
(VI)
For the past two weeks, we have been frequently communicating with Xiaofeng, and each time we would let him catch a glimpse of Jing's beauty.
From the first time I showed him Jing's smooth, white abdomen and beautiful navel, the second time her tightly pressed beautiful legs, the third time her S-shaped bare back with an extremely tempting round and perky buttocks, until last night when Jing finally couldn't resist my temptation and gritted her teeth to offer up her pair of jade breasts. I suppose Xiaofeng will see it when he goes online tonight.
I sat in my office, vaguely imagining Xiaofeng sitting in front of the computer, his face very close, admiring my fiancée's round, high breasts, and my lower body was already rock hard... Suddenly my phone rang, it was Jing.
"Honey!" Jing sounded timid.
"Really?
" Jing sounded a little happier. "Yes!" "What are you thinking about? " "The photos we sent last night. " "
Ugh! All you think about is that, can't you think about me?" "I think about everything ." I said with a grin. "I'm starting to regret it." "Regret what?" "Sending those photos to Xiaofeng." "Why?" "What if he finds out it's me? How can I face people then?" "No, how can he recognize you just by looking at a part of your face?" "...I hope so...but...I feel like I've become so lewd!" Hehe, I laughed smugly, that was the effect I wanted. "Do you know what the ideal woman is in a man's eyes?" "What?" "A woman who is presentable in public, skilled in the kitchen, and a slut in bed." "I don't want to be a slut!" "Just in bed, be my slut. " "You want me to be like that?" "Yes, I like it." "Don't you think I'm... cheap?" Women always lack a sense of security. "Of course not, isn't everything you do what I ask you to do?" "Hmm...you won't regret it in the future, will you?" "Definitely not, as long as you listen to me!" "...Hmm." "I love you! Wife." I knew Jing needed comforting now. "I love you too! My colleague is here, I have to go." "Bye-bye!" After hanging up the phone, I thought to myself: Women are relatively clear-headed during the day, but once they lie in a man's arms at night, they're like a different person... Night, 10:30. After nearly an hour of sweet words and kisses, Jing was once again enveloped in passion. I thought that if I asked her to open her previously untouched back door now, she would comply with me. Just as I was considering whether to bring it up, I seemed to hear the sound of a chair being dragged in the living room outside the door. Xiao Feng was online! I whispered something in Jing's ear and turned off the light. I tiptoed out of bed and opened the door a crack with the lightest and slowest movements I could manage. Then I peeked through the crack... Just like the scene I had imagined during the day, Xiao Feng was practically pressing his face against the screen. That expanse of white skin was clearly Jing's fair and delicate breasts, like ripe peaches, drooping at the most natural angle to form two perfect curves. Although I couldn't see them, I could imagine how excited Xiao Feng was. I felt a rush of heat to my face, and my lower body instantly hardened. I didn't know when, but Jing was already standing behind me, hugging me. I turned around and whispered, "Your brother is watching you!" Jing didn't say anything, but just pinched my arm. "Come and see for yourself." I moved aside and pulled Jing over. "I don't want to see!" Jing struggled a couple of times, but still leaned in to look. "Look at Xiaofeng, he's practically pressed his face against hers," I whispered in Jing's ear. Jing didn't speak, but suddenly trembled. I didn't think much of it and began to caress Jing's breasts and buttocks through her silk nightgown; they were so smooth. My right hand slipped under her hem, touching a soft, warm mound of flesh, and I couldn't resist giving it a squeeze. Jing gently twisted, responding to my hand. Two fingers slid through her panties over Jing's plump private parts, feeling the dampness below, and I casually lifted her panties, scooping up her wetness with one hand. Jing's legs went weak, and she barely managed to stand, her head leaning limply against the doorframe, but her eyes were still fixed on the doorway. I couldn't help but become curious: "What are you looking at?" "He... he's using his hand..." Jing's voice trembled, almost inaudible, and her lower body suddenly contracted, releasing a gush of fluid. I knew she was aroused, so I simply inserted my middle finger, which was immediately wrapped tightly by Jing. Jing let out a soft hum, and I began to gently insert, slowly rotate, and tease inside her. "Does it feel good?" "It feels good..." "Let's play a game!" "What game?" "Go out for a drink of water, pretend you didn't see him, scare him, see if he has time to put his things back." "No..." "Do you want to be fucked?" "Yes..." "Go for a bit and I'll fuck you when you come back!" "..." Jing reluctantly moved back a few more times, and I pulled my fingers out. "Go!" Jing stuck her tongue out at me, and I quickly hid behind the door.

Jing deliberately turned the handle loudly, but opened the door slowly. I heard a series of hurried rustling sounds coming from the living room. Thinking of Xiao Feng's disheveled appearance, I almost burst out laughing. Jing hesitated at the door for a moment before stepping out.
"Xiao Feng, still awake?" Jing's voice was lazy, as if she were still half-asleep, a perfect performance.
"Ah…not yet…" Xiao Feng's voice was noticeably weak.
"Oh."
"Where's your brother?"
"He's asleep." Then I heard Jing walk into the kitchen.
I secretly peeked through the crack in the door Jing had left open. All the windows on the screen were closed, and I realized she hadn't had time to open any other windows—it was kind of funny. I noticed Xiao Feng hadn't opened any new windows, but was staring blankly in the direction of the kitchen.
Then I suddenly remembered that Jing was wearing a thin silk nightgown, the hem just short enough to cover her bottom. Underneath, besides a small pair of underwear, she was completely naked. Right now, her breasts must be voluptuous and breathtaking. Xiao Feng had never seen his cousin dressed so sexily before. He just stood there, stunned, as if he were having a fierce internal struggle.
Xiao Feng glanced at our room, and seeing no movement, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen!
What was he planning to do? My heart was pounding, and I pressed my ear to the crack in the door, listening intently. I
heard muffled voices coming from the kitchen, some of Xiao Feng's, some of Jing's, and then… suddenly I heard a pot sizzle, and then it became very quiet.
Neither Jing nor Xiao Feng had returned to the living room, so… what were they doing? The eerie silence lingered, but there seemed to be some faint rustling sounds. My curiosity, unease, and anticipation grew stronger, and my nerves seemed to become extremely sensitive.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally heard footsteps. I quickly hid behind the door, and as soon as Jing pushed the door open and came in, I closed it, grabbed her, and pushed her against the wall.
"What… happened just now?" My kisses rained down on Jing's face, neck, and shoulders. I had a vague idea of the answer, but I desperately wanted Jing to tell me the whole story.
"..." Jing gasped for breath, enduring the silence.
"Tell me, did he bully you?" I slipped my hand under Jing's skirt and grasped her lower body.
"Ah...yes..." Jing cried out, finally admitting it.
"What did he do to you?!" My body tensed abruptly.
"I went to get some water...and he came over to talk to me...then he said he needed to get some water from the fridge, and as he walked past me, he...he rubbed against me..."
"What did he rub against you?" I asked knowingly.
"His..."
"Where did he rub against you?" My hand enveloped Jing's private parts; even through her underwear, I could feel how wet she was.
"Her thighs..."
"Was he hard?"
"So hard...all over there..."
"And then?"
"I just froze...and then...he suddenly hugged me..."
A strange feeling surged from her abdomen to her throat, I couldn't tell if it was jealousy or excitement. This wasn't some sexual fantasy we fantasized about; this was real debauchery. The woman in the story was my fiancée, and I, her man, was eavesdropping, perversely hoping another man would take advantage of her.
"You just let him hug you?"
"I...I struggled...I said no...but he was so strong, he wouldn't let go...
and he kept panting in my ear, saying he liked me, saying he missed me terribly every day..." Jing hugged me tightly, panting as she spoke, as if reliving the passion of the moment.
"Did he touch you?" What kind of answer was I hoping for?
"...No."
I breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little disappointed: "Was it because he didn't want to, or because you didn't allow it?"
"...I didn't allow it."
"Where did he want to touch you?"
"Your breasts..." Jing buried her face in my chest in embarrassment as soon as she uttered the word.
The image of Xiaofeng tightly holding Jing with one arm and groping her chest with the other flashed through my mind: Jing tried to dodge, covering herself tightly with her arms, while Xiaofeng pressed against her thighs, sending waves of tingling
sensations through her… the stimulation made me a little dizzy.
"And then?"
"Then I said, 'Let go quickly, your brother-in-law will get suspicious!'"
"So he let you come back?"
"Um… but…" Jing hesitated.
"What?" I instinctively felt this was crucial.
"He said that when you're not around, he still wants to hug me."
"Just hug me?" Ha, how could that be!
"…That's what he said…"
I thought to myself, I would say the same thing. Once I let her hug me, I want to kiss her; once I let her kiss me, I want to touch her; once I let her touch me, I want to…
isn't that how women are seduced?
"So you agreed?"
"He won't let go if I don't."
"You slut!" I cursed, turning Jing around, pressing her upper body down, making her bend over, and after a few thrusts in her soaking wet opening, I shoved it in. Jing thrust her ass towards me forcefully, and I paused for a moment, watching her move wildly.
"Fuck me!"
"If you promise to let him touch you next time, I'll fuck you."
"You pervert, you..." Although Jing said that, she reached between her legs and grabbed my testicles, rubbing them. This was my weakness, and I grabbed Jing's beautiful buttocks and thrust hard.
"Say it, you'll let him touch you!"
"I'll let him touch me..."
"When?" "Anytime
... tomorrow..."
"Then I'll come back a little later tomorrow."
"Okay." "
I can't let him fuck me!" I want to play slowly.
"I won't..."
"Wife, you have to protect your cunt for me! You understand?"
"Your demands are so high... umm... you want me to let him touch you, but you can't let him do anything to me..." Jing turned around and gave me a flirtatious glance.
"Keep him in suspense, make him want it so badly, but he can't get enough."
"You're so naughty."
"You want to play with my woman? It's not that easy!"
"Then I'll try my best to protect her..."
"No! You have to protect her."
"I know, husband, my pussy is yours, only you can fuck it.
" "Yes, everything about you is mine, you were born to be my sex toy."
"Ah... yes... use it! Husband... use your toy!" Jing's lust was fully aroused.
"I can't take it anymore!"
"Fuck me! Cum inside me..."
I gave her a few hard thrusts, then suddenly pulled out, turned Jing around, and forced her to kneel down.
"Ah...ah...ahhh..."
After a long while...
"You shot it all over my face!" Jing complained, "I already washed my face."
"Don't wash it, let it dry."
"How can I do that?"
"It's for beauty."
"Really?"
"High in protein."
"..."
The next morning, woken by the alarm clock, I touched Jing's face. Her usually smooth and delicate face felt a little hard today, as if it had been stretched taut by dried paste.
I got up, washed up, and went to the company in a daze. All morning I was thinking about what the adulterous couple would do that night, and how much time I should give them. Too little and they might not have enough time, too much and Xiao Feng might be too impulsive...
At eleven o'clock, the meeting started, and the boss said, "Xiao Dong, didn't we want to set up a western branch? Why don't you go to Xi'an in the next couple of days and take a look?"
A business trip? Now? Xiao Feng and Jing are at the height of their passion. If I leave, can Jing resist?
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(XV)
After just a couple of gentle touches, Jing felt as if she had no bones left, moaning softly, and her lower body was overflowing with desire. I chuckled softly, pressed my hand tightly against her breasts, and whispered in her ear, "Why are you so sensitive lately?"
Perhaps because it was just the two of us at home today, Jing was more relaxed than usual, and she reached back and grabbed my lower body, gently stroking it as she said, "I've been doing that more often lately, and it seems like the more I do it, the more I want it. Sometimes I even daydream at work..." Towards the end, she became a little embarrassed and smiled shyly.
"What kind of dreams?" I asked curiously.
"Just the same old ones." Jing was even more embarrassed.
"Tell me about it." My method of interrogation was to gently and quickly vibrate her clitoris with my middle finger.
"Mmm..." Jing let out a comfortable moan, then murmured, "I was just thinking about you... about all those fantasies you and I had."
A thought flashed through my mind; I already guessed a bit. "You want me to be with him, right?" As I said it, I felt a surge of excitement.
Jing remained silent for a long time, finally closing her eyes and nodding, her beautiful face already flushed.
I admired Jing's hesitant and shy demeanor, a surge of emotion welling up inside me. Jealousy and lust intertwined, and I suddenly couldn't control my intense possessiveness. I pushed Jing down onto the dining table. She obediently placed her arms on the table, her heels slightly raised, her buttocks sticking out. I lifted her skirt with both hands, hastily pulled her panties aside, and positioned them near her labia. I then guided my penis to her opening.
Jing groaned and said coquettishly, "There wasn't even any foreplay..." Before she finished speaking, I had already slowly and forcefully entered her, leaving her speechless with her mouth agape. Instead, I shamelessly said, "Why bother with foreplay when you're already so wet? Just take good care of your man." I
even slapped her buttocks as I spoke.
I felt my lower body tightly enveloped by Jing's warm, wet body. I cupped her white buttocks with one hand and thrust in and out about a hundred times. Her hands went limp, and she leaned forward onto the table, the glass plate pressing her breasts flat, the flesh bulging out from both sides. She moaned softly.
Remembering my main purpose for today, I pulled her up, lifted her from behind her knees, and carried her into the bedroom. Jing wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with lustful eyes. Once inside, she stretched out her slender legs and slammed the door shut.
As soon as I put her on the bed, she eagerly grabbed my penis, meeting my gaze with a slightly shy smirk, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come in quickly..." Seeing her seductive appearance, my heart burned with desire. I turned on a small bedside lamp and roughly pressed myself against her, thrusting my penis in without any penetration. This caused her to moan, grabbing my head and ruffling her hair.
I felt my lower body swelling to its limit, and wanting to let her experience it too, I didn't care about depth. I just grabbed her arms, crossed them above her head, pressed her down on the bed, and thrust in and out quickly and violently for a while. Jing shook her head, shouting incoherently, "So thick, so hard." My heart skipped a beat, and without pausing, I asked, slightly out of breath, "Whose is harder, mine or his? Whose is bigger?"
Jing, who already had her eyes closed, closed them even tighter at my question, her face flushed. She turned her head away, not answering for a long time, only panting as I thrust into her.
I thought to myself, "Is this embarrassing because Jing thinks Xiao Feng's thing is bigger?" Thinking this, I wanted to hear Jing's answer even more, so I asked again.
Jing hesitated for a long time, biting her lower lip, before finally saying, "It seems... yours is still bigger..."
I thought to myself, since she didn't mention the other point, she must be saying that Xiaofeng's was harder, so it wasn't hard to accept, after all, he was ten years younger than me. But I deliberately said fiercely, "Damn! You think his is harder after just one time with him?"
Jing heard that I wasn't angry, so she opened her eyes and glanced at me. Seeing my fierce look, but with a burning passion in my eyes, she knew my fetish, so she simply hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry!
Honey, but he's really hard, like a rolling pin."
When I heard Jing say that, I felt like I was going to have a nosebleed. I cursed under my breath and fucked her even harder. Jing softly endured it, but there seemed to be a slight smile on her lips. After a while, I felt a little satiated and suddenly remembered tonight's feast. I hurriedly said, "Turn around and kneel down."
Jing thought I just wanted to change positions, so she got up and knelt down, sticking her butt out high. I heard her rummage through the bedside table for a bit, and she said lazily, "Trying to cum so soon today?"
I sensed she wasn't quite done, and chuckled, "I'm not going to let you off so easily." As I spoke, I slipped a lubricant onto my middle finger, squeezed some on, and silently smeared it onto her anus. Jing jerked as if electrocuted, letting out a soft "Ah!" before asking, "What are you doing?" but didn't change position.
I knew she was prepared, but still wanted to maintain her composure, so I held her buttocks with one hand and gently pressed the other against her anus. "Didn't we agree during the day that I'd deflower you here tonight?" "But… I'm so scared." Jing slightly shifted her hips, seemingly not disliking the sensation, but still somewhat apprehensive.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." I smiled wickedly to myself, but my words were incredibly gentle.
My middle finger circled and teased Jing's untouched anus, carefully spreading the lubricant over every tiny fold. Jing arched her back, trembling slightly under the novel stimulation, yet too embarrassed to moan.
"Relax your anus," I gently commanded, squeezing a stream of liquid directly into her opening. With a slight push of my finger, I inserted about halfway in, eliciting a soft moan from her. She trembled, saying, "It feels so strange..."
I chuckled, smearing lubricant inside with a few quick movements, then squeezing a generous amount onto the back of my finger.
"Relax..." Following my instructions, Jing's buttocks visibly relaxed. I slowly pushed my finger in halfway, causing her to cry out again, her anus tightening to grip my finger. I paused, instructing her to relax again. She tried to adapt, her muscles still somewhat uncooperative, contracting and relaxing rhythmically. After about ten seconds, seeing her rhythm slow, I continued pushing in with my middle finger, soon inserting the entire length. My fingertip moved slightly, gently exploring this new world, asking, "Does it hurt?"
"No...it just feels strange..." Jing endured the mixture of discomfort and novelty, breathing deeply.
My fingers began to slowly thrust in and out. Each time I pulled them out, I could feel the muscles in Jing's anus instinctively pushing them out. When I inserted them, Jing buried her head and gasped for breath, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. I thought the stimulation to come would be a hundred times stronger than now, but I didn't say anything for fear of scaring her.
When I saw that her intestines were sufficiently lubricated, I pulled my fingers out. The moment my fingertip left Jing's anus, her anus tightened instantly, and she let out a heavy sigh.
After carefully training her for a while, my lower body went limp. I pulled one of Jing's hands back, making her stroke my penis, while tearing off the sheath from my fingers, teasingly saying, "Finally, I've played with your asshole. How does it feel?"
Jing snorted, squeezing me hard with her hand, and said, "You got off easy!"
I thought to myself, "If it weren't for your guilt about cheating on me, I don't know when I would have been able to convince you."
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
By this time, my lower body had regained its erection under Jing's delicate caresses. I pulled out my penis, rolled up the condom, and carefully squeezed out some lubricant before pressing the head of my penis against her anus. She flinched in fright, but I pulled her back. Since
the anus was already tight, and I was afraid of hitting the wrong spot, I simply parted Jing's buttocks with one hand, exposing her anus, and carefully positioned my penis to push it in.
Jing stiffened as soon as it went in a little, so I quickly told her to relax and continued pushing. She cried out, but I hadn't even fully inserted the head. I paused, added some lubricant, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Jing relaxed, and after a moment said, "It's okay..." "Just a little longer, the head will be in soon," I soothed her gently.
"Why do I have to hold on... It's all your fault, you always have to do such perverted things," Jing said, somewhat disgruntled.
I chuckled, "Give it a try, maybe you'll like it?"
Jing mumbled, "No way," but I ignored her and continued pushing my penis in. Her anus still resisted, squeezing the glans flat. But since we were both covered in lubricant, I could feel myself gradually breaking through the tightness of the opening, finally managing to push the entire glans inside. Jing instinctively pulled her buttocks in, her rectal muscles tightening instantly, wriggling and pushing my penis out, almost pushing me out. I quickly thrust my hips forward, grabbing her body with one hand to hold her steady, thus securing my victory.
Afraid that Jing might not be able to handle the rapid thrusting after her first experience, I quickly asked her how it felt. She gasped for breath and unexpectedly said, "It doesn't hurt that much... it's just really uncomfortable."
I breathed a sigh of relief and teased, "Looks like you're a natural-born ***."
Jing asked, "Does it hurt for most people?"
I thought to myself, I need to be careful with my answer: "I read online that many women can't handle it." Jing protested, "Then why are you still trying?!"
I laughed, "Who told you to be so talented? I knew you could do it."
Jing snorted, her tone unfriendly, "Then how did other women fare with you before?"
I was about to say that not everyone could, but I realized my mistake and changed my words, "Never before!"
Although Jing didn't believe me, she didn't press the matter. To avoid saying anything inappropriate, I started to push harder, and with Jing's moans, I finally managed to insert my entire penis. Looking at her anus, all the folds were stretched flat, the opening round and completely enveloping my shaft without any gaps—a visually stimulating experience.
I slowly began to thrust in and out, and Jing endured it with difficulty. To arouse her emotions, I deliberately asked crudely, "When you first met me, you never thought you'd be getting your ass fucked, right?"
Jing hummed in agreement, "...No...I never thought of it..."
"Then why are you finally willing now?"
I asked knowingly.
"Because you like it!"
"Yes, I like you serving me with your ass." I verbally humiliated Jing.
"Hmm...I like serving you..." Jing's tone became a little excited.
"I never thought that a beautiful manager from a big company would still be pinned down on the bed and fucked in the ass by a man at home."
Jing buried her head in the pillow, half-covering her mouth and letting out a "woof," her body swaying back and forth with my movements.
"What do you think your colleagues at the company would think if they knew I was doing this to you?" I asked relentlessly, slightly increasing the frequency.
Jing whimpered and shook her head, but actively offered her buttocks to me.
I smiled smugly and asked, "How is it? Does it feel good?"
Jing hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's... okay.
Mmm..."
By this time, I had inserted the full length each time, but the frequency was still relatively slow. I leaned over and supported my upper body with my left hand, while my right hand slipped between Jing's legs. I used my fingertips to lightly touch the delicate skin on the inside of her thighs near her vulva. She immediately reacted, and her anus twitched several times.
"Do you want me to touch your clitoris?"
I teased her.
"Yes..."
"Beg me if you want to."
"Please..." Jing impatiently pressed her vulva against my fingers, but I always moved my fingers away slightly just before touching her.
"Say 'Please, Master, touch my pussy.'"
"Please...please, Master...touch my pussy..." Jing's voice was almost inaudible, but hearing her, who was once so reserved, say such lewd words, I was already quite satisfied. As
a reward, I covered her vulva with one hand and wiped it: "Look at you, you slut, you can get so wet even when a man is fucking your ass." I wiped the water on my hand on her buttocks, and then pressed my middle finger against her clitoris. Jing hummed
comfortably: "Come on!" Her voice was full of provocation.
Seeing that she was quite used to it, I didn't hold back and started thrusting at a faster frequency, while teasing her clitoris and vaginal opening. This position was a bit tiring, but what can I do when I'm being so considerate to my fiancée!
"Is there any pleasure in your ass?" I felt the squeezing sensation in her anus.
"Hmm...it seems the pleasure from the front travels to the back..."
"You see, you're destined to be anally fucked by men. I should have deflowered you before." I noticed that whenever I verbally humiliated Jing, her reaction was stronger, often accompanied by involuntary moans.
"When your parents gave birth to you, they probably never imagined their precious daughter would one day be anally fucked by men, right?" I wondered if Jing could accept talking about her aunt and uncle in such disrespectful language.
"Ah...don't say that..." Jing said, but she seemed even more aroused.
I breathed a sigh of relief and continued with even more force: "How about I call your dad and tell him I've stripped his precious daughter naked and am fucking her anus on the bed?"
Jing twisted her body: "Ugh...no...
don't..." Jing knew I wouldn't, but she continued to fantasize about it.
"How about I tell your dad how good it feels to fuck you!" "Please don't tell him, my dad will be heartbroken...
" Her voice, slightly tearful, seemed to contain a hint of pleasure. She's really good masochistic material!
"Then we'll record this and show it to your dad, and see how I spread your legs and fuck your cunt, okay?" Seeing her excitement, I pressed my advantage.
"No! You're bad..." Jing pretended to struggle and twist, but she couldn't escape my grasp.
"Then beg me, don't let your dad see you being fucked naked." "Please!
Don't let my dad see me... being fucked..." "Hahaha... say you like being fucked in the ass by men!" "
I like... oh oh... being fucked by men... um...
asshole..." Jing struggled to utter the lewd words.
"What kind of men do you like to be fucked in the anus?" "Strong... domineering... completely disregarding my feelings and just thrusting in..." Jing was completely into it, making my blood boil.
"Then do you want me and Xiaofeng to fuck you together? Let him fuck your cunt, and I'll fuck your asshole."
"Um... you two attack me from above and below, like in porn..." Jing closed her eyes and imagined it without restraint, cooperating to stimulate me.
"Yes!" I got even more excited when I heard that, and started thrusting rapidly, not caring whether she could take it or not.
Jing shook her head wildly, her long hair rolling like waves, and cried out, "Husband, be gentle, I can't take it anymore, ah..."
I was at the crucial moment, but I really didn't want to stop: "Bear with it, I'm about to come, say something slutty!" I held her buttocks tightly to prevent her from escaping.
Jing tore at the pillow, crying out with pleasure and pain, "Ah... come on... you all
fuck me together... vent on me... ooh...
it hurts so much... husband, touch my cunt!"
At this moment, I suddenly pulled out of Jing's anus, tore off the condom, turned Jing over, and took the opportunity to straddle Jing's face. Before she could react, I shoved my penis into her mouth and started thrusting.
"Bitch, lick me, I'm about to come!" I pulled Jing's hair and slammed it against my genitals.
"Ugh...ugh..." Jing's mouth was stuffed full, and she couldn't speak at all. Her brows were furrowed, and her expression was completely that of a victim.
I squatted down and inserted my middle finger into her vagina, forcefully fingering her. I could feel the edge of orgasm in my lower body: "How is it? Do you like licking the cock that I just fucked your asshole?"
Jing finally couldn't bear the intense psychological and physical humiliation. Two tears slid down her cheeks, but instead, she wrapped her arms around my buttocks and buried her head into my lower body with her neck. Looking at her slutty appearance, and feeling that her originally straight nose was almost flattened by my lower abdomen, I couldn't help but roar and
fill her mouth with thick fluid...
Sexual activity between soon-to-be couple (16)
I slept until one o'clock on Saturday. After washing up, I hadn't had time to eat when my phone rang. When I answered, a familiar accent came from the receiver, "Hello! DON, this is JOHN. I just arrived in Shanghai last night."
John's surname is Chen. He's Taiwanese, two years older than me. We became friends because our fathers knew each other. He always visits me whenever he comes to Shanghai, but he hasn't come in the last two years. "Want to go out tonight?" After a few pleasantries, John asked, unsurprisingly. "Sure, but I have a family to take care of," I said, looking at Jing who wasn't beside me, lowering my voice with a hint of helplessness. "It's okay, bring her along. I'm with two people anyway," John chuckled.
After hanging up, Jing, wearing a nightgown, lazily shuffled out of the bedroom. "Who was that?" she asked casually, stretching and yawning as she did so. "A Taiwanese friend, John, whom I mentioned to you, let's go out tonight." "Great! It's been so long since I've been to a bar!" Jing immediately looked expectant. "Hmm... what should I wear?" She rested her chin on one finger, winking playfully at me. "Whatever, as long as you look pretty," I laughed. "Of course, have I ever embarrassed you?"
Jing was quite confident in her looks.
I immediately showered her with compliments, and Jing gave me a "you don't need to tell me, I know I'm beautiful"
look. "Let's invite Xiaofeng too," she suddenly said, "otherwise he'll be bored at home alone,"
and then glanced at me a little shyly.
"Damn, does everything have to be done in threes?" I chuckled lewdly.
Jing punched me lightly, glancing nervously at Xiaofeng's door. Just then, Xiaofeng opened his door and came out, startling Jing. Ever since Xiaofeng and Jing had gotten together, he'd barely dared to look me in the eye. He timidly called me "brother," his eyes darting nervously back and forth. He told Jing and me that he'd found a place yesterday and would be moving in next week. The place was close to his workplace and not far from here. I casually asked a few questions and said it was a good place. Jing was very enthusiastic, asking all sorts of questions, saying he could take anything he didn't need from home, and offering to take time off to help him move. Xiaofeng mostly nodded in agreement, insisting he didn't have much stuff and could move it all by himself. We agreed to go out together that evening, so Jing went into the kitchen to cook frozen dumplings for brunch. Xiaofeng went back to his room. I sat in the living room surfing the internet. I opened QQ and found a message from "Trainer": "If you're still interested, you can give me your wife's QQ number.
I'm usually online at night. Remember, I'll need your cooperation. For example, when you're having sex, you can mention me when she's excited. Just call me Brother Qiang." [font=SimSun] I felt a surge of excitement when I saw it and hesitated for a long time about whether to give him Jing's number. I was mainly afraid that Jing would get angry, but then I thought that since she had tacitly agreed yesterday, and she was always bolder when she was excited, I replied, "Okay, her number is XXX. Remember that she's quite reserved with outsiders, so be patient."
As soon as I finished writing, Jing came out of the kitchen with a bowl of dumplings and shouted that it was time to eat. I quickly closed QQ and went over to get her bowl and chopsticks. I probably still looked a little guilty. Jing looked at me suspiciously, but before she could ask, Xiao Feng left the room, so she held back for the time being. [font=SimSun]After lunch, I sat on the living room sofa reading. Xiaofeng went out to get the keys from the landlord, and Jing sat down at the computer to chat without even washing the dishes. Seeing her open QQ, I thought to myself, "The Trainer" probably won't see my reply so soon, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
After a while, seeing that Jing didn't have any particular reaction, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing always seemed very happy when chatting, typing very fast, and sometimes she would look at the screen and giggle to herself. Looking at her cute appearance, I couldn't help but smile, my heart filled with love and sweetness.
The afternoon sun shone through the curtains, making me feel lazy all over, and I unconsciously closed my eyes.
I don't know how long I was dozing off, but suddenly someone shook my shoulders a few times, "Hey!
Wake up!" I groggily hummed but didn't want to open my eyes. This time, a small hand simply pried open my eyelids. I waved my hand to open them, but now I couldn't sleep anymore.
"What are you doing?" I groggily looked at Jing, stretching and muttering in annoyance. "Who told you to give my QQ number to a stranger?" Jing stared at me sternly. I instantly woke up, glancing towards Xiao Feng's room because her voice was quite loud.
"He's not back yet," Jing said, noticing my hesitation.
I tried to read her feelings from her face and cautiously said, "It's about what I mentioned to you yesterday," while playfully taking her hand.
"I didn't agree to that yesterday," Jing said, still serious.
"No, you said you'd agree if I touched you," I said, taking the opportunity to reach for her thigh under her nightgown.
Jing almost laughed, then her face tightened and she pushed my hand away. "I was just saying, you actually took it seriously."
I could tell she wasn't really angry. "So, was that person fun?" Jing snorted but didn't answer. "Tell me, why did you give my account to someone else?" "I just...wanted to learn from other people's...training experience," I mumbled. "What training...what kind of woman do you want me to become?" Jing pinched my arm.
"Wow!" I shouted exaggeratedly, and Jing finally smiled a little. She kept pinching me all over, "See if you dare to do it again!"
I resisted with all my might, and we both burst into laughter. I took the opportunity to pull Jing into my arms and she wouldn't get up. Her hair tickled my nose, but I didn't move.
After a moment of tender silence, my right hand instinctively reached for her breast, my thumb gently stroking her nipple. Jing murmured softly, pulling me closer. I savored the feel of her soft flesh, occasionally teasing her erect nipples. Jing rubbed her face against my chest, taking a deep breath, and murmured, "I love your scent."
I pulled one of her hands down to my groin. Feeling the hardness in her hand, she let out a soft moan, tapping the head of my penis with her finger and laughing, "You naughty thing..." She gently rubbed it for a while, then suddenly sat up, grabbing the edge of my shorts and pulling them down. I happily lifted my buttocks to make it easier for her. "Look how eager you are," she chuckled softly.
Jing stared at the high bulge beneath my tight black underwear, her eyes seemingly misting over, her expression becoming somewhat bewildered. She knelt down from the sofa to the floor, burying her head between my legs, her delicate face rubbing against my genitals through the soft cotton fabric. Her eyes were closed, her lips half-open, and faint breaths escaped from her throat.
Watching her so absorbed, I felt a surge of conquest. "Such a beautiful woman willingly submits to me..." At this moment, Jing traced the outline of my penis beneath my underwear, lightly kissing it with her lips. She held part of the fabric in her mouth, looking up at me with a hint of smugness, like a small animal begging for affection.
I'd had enough of her teasing. Looking at her, I commanded, "Lick my cock."
Jing chuckled, obediently pulling my underwear down from my legs, my ten-centimeter-long penis swaying before her eyes. She held it, gently pressing it against my abdomen, then lowered her head, her tongue probing below my testicles. I lifted my thighs to make it easier for her to lick my perineum, each stroke from below my testicles to near my anus sending intense stimuli through me. Jing seemed to sense my pleasure and pressed her tongue even closer to my anus. Since this was a bit tiring, and I didn't want her to work too hard, I reluctantly let her focus on my testicles after a while. She gently took one of my testicles into her mouth and licked it rapidly with her tongue, making me so happy I kept begging her not to stop, just keep licking. Then came the other one… a long, drawn-out motion, her tongue licking from my testicle all the way to the glans. When it reached the coronal sulcus, my penis involuntarily twitched, then immediately bounced back onto her tongue, eliciting a soft giggle from her. After several such long movements from left and right, my penis was covered in her saliva, and her face was wet in several places, with a few strands of hair sticking to it, making her look lewd and sexy. She looked up at me with a smile, then pulled her hair back and tied it into a ponytail with a rubber band on her wrist. Jing bent down and took my glans back into her mouth, sucking on it for a while before covering her teeth with her lips and taking it in deeply. I felt myself enveloped by her warm, wet mouth; her tongue swirled around, her lips opened and closed, trying to take in more, but finally stopping a few centimeters short.
"You look so slutty licking my cock," I said, admiringly, humiliating her with a sense of conquest. Her throat was pressed against my penis, and she let out a soft moan, gently biting me with her teeth, not daring to hurt me, but giving me a threatening glance.
"You dare to resist," I laughed and lightly slapped her cheek. She giggled, still unwilling to spit out my penis to speak. I saw her two white, plump breasts standing erect in the neckline of her nightgown and couldn't help but say, "Pull down the straps."
Suddenly, Jing stood up. "Okay, I've had enough," she said, laughing as she ran away before I could react. I was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Hey!" I grabbed Jing like an eagle catching a chick, but no matter how sweetly I spoke to her, she just wouldn't continue. "I'll give it to you tonight." It was 10 p.m. When the three of us found John, there was already a bottle of Chivas Regal, a bottle of mixed drink, and two full glasses on his table.
He was looking down at the dice cup in front of him, deep in thought. Across from him sat a girl who caught my eye. At first glance, she seemed quite pretty. Before I could get a closer look, I reached out and patted her. "John!"
John looked up at me, a smile spreading across his face as he greeted me. Before he could even say hello, his eyes darted to my side. I saw his gaze linger, and I knew that Jing's beauty had also captivated him. Jing dressed up deliberately tonight, making her usually striking features appear even more exquisite. She wore a gold, off-the-shoulder crop top with two straps tied in a knot behind her neck, and a black mini-skirt that barely covered her bottom—the kind that prevented her from bending over—and gracefully wore delicate high-heeled sandals. Such a sexy outfit was something she'd only wear to bars when she was in a good mood. A wave of vain satisfaction washed over me. "This is my girlfriend Jing…and her cousin Xiaofeng…"
"Oh, beautiful! Are you a model…?" John's words were so sweet, but I was almost in a daze, my eyes glued to his girlfriend.
If I had to describe that woman in one word, I think "vixen" would be the most fitting. Her eyes were strikingly upturned at the corners, her nose narrow and delicate, her lips full and red. Our eyes met, and unlike most girls, she didn't immediately look away; instead, she looked at me with complete indifference. A faint smile played on her lips, neither a provocation nor a sign of attraction, but rather a kind of languid confidence.
Beneath her captivating face was a large expanse of snow-white breasts, revealing a deep cleavage.
My heart skipped a beat, and I forcefully stopped myself from looking any longer, turning to her and saying, "John, who is this?"
Then, with what I considered my most charming and graceful demeanor, I nodded and smiled at her. "Oh, this is my friend…Chloe," John said somewhat shyly, because I knew he hadn't been married long, but his gaze towards Chloe was a mixture of admiration and smugness. The two beauties standing together were a sight to behold. Jing and Chloe greeted each other, their expressions somewhat complex. I thought to myself, they were truly evenly matched. But other people's women always seem more alluring. Judging from John's shifty gaze, he seemed to think so too, haha.
After settling down, John and I chatted about all sorts of things. I kept glancing at Chloe, and seeing her looking a bit bored, I suggested we all play dice.
After a few rounds, it was clear that Chloe was the best player among us, while Jing drank almost every round. After observing Chloe's behavior for a couple of rounds, I felt a stirring in my heart. I thought she seemed to have a touch of worldliness, but it wasn't very obvious. Several times, I felt she knew I was looking at her, but she didn't show anything unusual.
Every time John played with Jing, he would launch into a barrage of jokes and compliments, making Jing giggle non-stop.
Xiao Feng wasn't very good at the game, but he was lucky and didn't drink too much. John and I are of average skill, and having drunk quite a bit casually, we were both a little tipsy.
After about ten rounds of games, Jing had probably downed half a glass of pure whiskey. Then we played rock-paper-scissors, and I don't know how much she lost. Her face turned crimson, and her movements became increasingly casual. Her legs, which had been crossed, were now flat, and they would occasionally open and close with her laughter and body movements. I could tell from John's furtive glances that he was fantasizing. Fortunately, I wasn't at a disadvantage either. My seat was closer to Chloe, so I could openly glance at the top of her exposed breasts every now and then.
Her strapless tube top seemed to be slipping down a bit, gradually revealing more and more, and sometimes she would subtly pull it up a little. Every time she did this, I would pretend to look away casually, but actually, my eyes were sharp, hehe. Her slightly reserved movements, and the way the elastic fabric was instantly stretched thin, outlining the full curves of her breasts, sent a surge of excitement through me. Fueled by the alcohol, I fantasized about her naked on the bed, her two large breasts swaying, still giving me that half-smiling, half-serious look, and suddenly I felt aroused.
Just then, Jing finally won a round against John. She cheered loudly, forcing him to drink a whole glass, and then kept saying she wanted to dance and wanted me to go with her. I was in an awkward position and didn't dare stand up, so I quickly said I'd only had a little and hadn't felt anything yet. Jing pouted, and then CHLOE interjected, saying she wanted to dance too and would go with me. Jing excitedly pulled her around and was about to leave when she suddenly turned back and pulled Xiao Feng along, giving me a defiant glare with a disdainful expression. Xiao Feng, however, felt a little embarrassed by Jing pulling him along and awkwardly followed.
I watched as the three of them squeezed through the crowd for a while, only to find the dance floor completely packed. They ended up dancing in a small open space not far from our seats. It was immediately apparent that CHLOE had practiced; her head-shaking, hip-twisting movements and rhythm were full of youthful, fashionable charm. In comparison, while Jing and Xiaofeng danced quite well, their movements seemed rather ordinary. Perhaps sensing the fervor in my eyes, Johnson suddenly said, "She used to be a lead dancer at XX." My face flushed, and I gave a faint "Oh" before turning back with a smile, "No wonder she dances so well."
"Your girlfriend is very pretty too," Johnson said, leaning back on the sofa, seemingly half-drunk. By this time, several men had turned to look at CHLOE and Jing. If it weren't for Xiaofeng, their protector, getting in their way, someone would definitely have already approached them. For some reason, the two of them got more and more into it, almost touching, their movements becoming increasingly sexy and alluring. I don't know Chloe; Jing isn't usually this outgoing. I guess she'd had too much to drink and been influenced by the other beautiful woman.
John and I chatted idly, downing glass after glass, but our minds were already on the two of them. I watched with rapt attention as Jing, her skin swaying, her hips undulating, as if she were engaging in foreplay with Chloe on the dance floor, teasing the nerves of every man around us. Finally, a guy couldn't resist gently patting Jing's shoulder, leaning close to her cheek and whispering something in her ear. Jing glanced at me sideways, a smile on her face, listening, then shook her head at him.
The guy looked somewhat helpless, but still politely nodded and walked away. Several of his friends followed, laughing and joking, clearly mocking his unsuccessful attempt. "Someone's trying to pick up your girl," John laughed rather brazenly, his tongue already slurring. "Be careful they don't switch their attention to Chloe," I retorted.
"She's not my wife, why should I worry?" I thought to myself, that's true, when suddenly John held up his phone to my face, saying, "Here, take a look." I looked down and saw a private photo of Chloe on his large iPhone screen.
She was changing clothes, one hand still inside a T-shirt, revealing a large expanse of skin from her armpit to her thigh, and a set of black lingerie. Her ample breasts were full beneath the lace bra, creating a deep cleavage, her abdomen was only slightly protruding, and her buttocks were pert and firm—truly a beauty. My face flushed red, and I felt like a fire was burning inside me. I quickly said, "Hey, aren't you afraid she'll beat you up?"
but my eyes wouldn't leave her.
John pretended to take the phone back, but I stopped him. "Hey, since you're being a good guy, let me see it properly." John laughed loudly. "Take your time, there's more to come."
I flipped down to another picture, which was a close-up of a face. The bottom part just showed her collarbone, but nothing was exposed. However, upon closer inspection, I realized she was lying on the bed, and her expression was so alluring. She was naturally seductive, and the way her eyes were slightly narrowed, her lips half-open, and half of her face was pressed against the pillow made me imagine the scene. I couldn't help but flip down to another picture.
(Seventeen)
The next picture made me freeze. In the picture, Chloe's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her cheeks were sunken, and she was struggling to lift the back of her head off the pillow. Her rosy lips were parted into an "O" shape and filled with a black, almost completely engorged penis. The scene was extremely lewd. My already excited lower body twitched uncontrollably, and a stream of liquid gushed out.
John, who was sitting next to me admiring the photos, said smugly, "I've never seen anyone use their mouth as well as she does."
I suppressed the urge to know the details, looked up at the radiant Chloe on the dance floor, then at her alluring appearance in the photos, and felt my mouth go dry and my heart itch unbearably. I quickly flipped to the next page.
This one did not disappoint. In the photo, Chloe was kneeling on the bed, her limbs supporting her body. Her beautiful hair was scattered across her forehead, and her two heavy breasts hung naturally like bells, making her look even more plump and proud. Her back was slightly lower at her waist, which further accentuated her high buttocks. The two rounded buttocks behind her slender waist slanted exaggeratedly to the sides at her hips. I could almost imagine my hands holding those mounds and rhythmically pressing her body towards my lower body...
"What a devilish figure!" I said involuntarily, staring greedily at every detail in the photo.
John responded, but I couldn't quite make out what he said.
Constantly reminding myself to avoid losing my composure, I reluctantly flipped to the next picture, but it wasn't Chloe anymore. The image showed Qingyi (John's new wife), dressed elegantly, sitting at a small round table, smiling sweetly at the camera, a cup of coffee in front of her. Before I could even get a good look, John snatched the phone away: "Okay, okay, that's all."
His reaction was a bit strong, and I was momentarily puzzled, but then I thought to myself, "I've seen Qingyi before," and quickly dismissed the thought. After the intense stimulation subsided, I slumped back into the sofa, my mind still replaying the details of each photo. I looked at John enviously and said, "Amazing! Boss, top-notch! Top-notch!"
John smiled contentedly and said, "I'm thinking of buying a house on Xianxia Road so she can live there."
I felt a pang of envy. This life with one wife and one concubine was many men's dream, especially with Qingyi's gentle sweetness and Chloe's youthful heat—they certainly had it all.
Seeing my absent-minded look, John, as if to comfort me, said, "Your girlfriend is hot too!"
I turned to look at Jing, who was still flirting wildly on the dance floor, and my smile returned. "Yeah, she's alright."
John lazily leaned back, seemingly casually adding, "She looks pretty good in photos too."
I glanced at John, thinking, what kind of photos are you talking about? I gave a vague reply: "Indeed."
John didn't say anything, just grinned at me.
I laughed and scolded, "I don't have any explicit photos on my phone for you to see!"
Despite John seeming drunk, his mind was still clear: "Oh! Looks like they're all at home."
I thought to myself, you little rascal, trying to trade my wife for your fuck buddy's photos, I guess I'm getting the short end of the stick? But seeing his woman's naked body made me feel a little embarrassed. Suddenly, I thought, "Isn't it usually my wish to expose Jing? Why am I hesitant now?"
Just as I was wondering how to respond, I heard someone shout, "Move aside! Move aside..." It was Jing and the other two returning. I breathed a sigh of relief and moved my legs to let them sit down.
"Ugh! It's so hot!" Jing chattered restlessly in her seat, sometimes pulling her long hair back, sometimes fanning herself with a small napkin, but there was no breeze, so she simply pulled up her shirt to blow air in. She didn't seem to realize anything, but to me, her actions were downright seductive. John and Xiaofeng, while not exactly losing their composure, couldn't help but glance at her.
Chloe seemed to have suddenly become good friends with Jing, and was also saying that it was quite hot. John solicitously handed her a glass of Whiska green tea with lots of ice, which she downed in one gulp.
"Look!" Jing immediately noticed, "Why didn't you pour me one?"
I smiled wryly at John, who was trying hard to suppress his laughter, and said, "I... I was worried you'd drink too much!" I looked at the others for help. Chloe smiled at me for the first time, her eyes filled with a hint of allure. My heart skipped a beat, and the image of her with her slender waist and plump hips, completely naked, flashed through my mind. I felt a surge of heat and returned the smile.
John immediately poured another glass and handed it to Jing: "Here, here, beautiful, drink this." Jing glared at me, took it, and downed it in one gulp. Perhaps she drank too quickly, because she suddenly stopped coughing. I chuckled and patted her back: "Oh! Okay, okay..."
Jing finally caught her breath and turned to me, saying, "What? I'm not drunk!"
I thought to myself, I didn't say you were drunk, so this must mean you really are. Even Xiao Feng glanced at Jing. I decided to be provocative: "Don't bother! Do you want me to carry you back later?"
Jing snorted, poured herself and Chloe another glass, spilling a little over the edge: "Ignore this guy, let's drink!"
I saw Xiao Feng seemed about to say something, but he held back. John half-reclined on the sofa, looking at Jing ambiguously, then grinning at me. I thought to myself, "Who's afraid of who?" I raised my glass and downed a full cup in front of everyone, then immediately poured myself another…
Everything seemed to move in fast-forward, yet also in slow motion, fragmented perceptions filled with unrestrained laughter, the swaying of the taxi, Jing's weak gait as she staggered along, leaning against me, before suddenly collapsing to the floor, the hotel staff's astonished expressions…
In my dazed state, I only felt incredibly thirsty. I struggled to sit up to find water, but in the dim light, I realized I was in an unfamiliar room. On the left side of the bed, half-sitting, Jing lay unconscious, her clothes disheveled. A little further on was another bed, with two heads vaguely visible through the bulging sheets. The only sound in the room was breathing.
I paused, then slowly remembered that this was John's hotel room. Xiao Feng had gone home around 1 a.m., and Jing and I had somehow ended up with John and the others. We'd apparently said we'd drink something when we got back, but I didn't know what time it was.
My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, but my mind was still a blur. Unable to find water, I went to the restroom and finally found two bottles by the sink. I gulped down half of one bottle in one go, then wandered back to bed as if sleepwalking.
I glanced at Jing beside me; she wasn't covered by a blanket, her upper body was mostly exposed, and her deep cleavage was clearly visible as she lay on her side. I thought of covering her up, but the sheets were already under us. I stared at her blankly, then gradually drifted off to sleep again.
I don't know how much time passed, but I heard rustling sounds. I was still half asleep when I suddenly heard a low, labored breathing sound. This sound triggered an instinctive reaction, and I woke up with a start. Instinctively, I controlled myself, remaining perfectly still, even my breathing, focusing intently on the sounds coming from my right.
I vaguely heard John and Chloe whispering, followed by the rustling of the sheets. Then, there seemed to be no more movement, only their heavy breathing. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I thought I heard a smacking sound. Although faint, it was somewhat jarring in the quiet room, making the two of them seem to hold their breath. I immediately had a guess, and a surge of heat rushed to my lower body; I was hard.
The two were quiet for a moment, and seeing no reaction, they seemed to exhale and resumed their activities. Perhaps due to increased saliva, the sounds of their tongues and lips became more pronounced, making me unbearably aroused. A faint light still shone through the window, but Jing, lying on her side, blocked my view, so I couldn't see anything.
After a while, I heard a movement and two people whispering briefly. After a moment of silence, I heard Chloe let out a suppressed groan. I had no more doubts; I knew they were doing it in front of Jing and me while we were asleep. I felt incredibly excited.
Considering we were there, they didn't dare to be too unrestrained. Judging from the slight rustling of the mattress, they moved very slowly, almost inaudibly, with only their breathing becoming clearer. I imagined the passion beneath the sheets, and my eyes fell on Jing's large, white breasts. I couldn't help but reach out and touch them. But then I felt uncomfortable because of her bra, so I boldly pulled the front of Jing's strapless top down to her breasts, revealing her black half-bra. I gently caressed her delicate breasts while listening to the sounds from the opposite bed.
By now, the two were reaching a climax. The shaking of the mattress, the collision of their bodies, and their still-suppressed but clearly audible panting nakedly revealed their state. I fantasized about Chloe's alluring body and seductive expression, the endless pleasure my lower body was giving the man beside me. I gradually closed my eyes, imagining myself caressing Chloe's breasts, and the moans I heard were her responses and seductions to my caresses…
Just as my mind was wandering, I felt a slight movement. I opened my eyes and, my eyes accustomed to the darkness, noticed her eyelashes trembling slightly. My hand paused for a moment, then resumed its previous caresses of Chloe's breasts. Gradually, I felt her breathing become less even, her nostrils flaring slightly with each deep breath.
I wondered, had she woken up? I tentatively slipped two fingers inside her bra, pinched her nipple, and sure enough, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were experiencing some discomfort. I found it amusing, but without saying anything, a thought of humiliating her popped into my head.
The CK bra she was wearing today was one I bought for her; it was one of her few front-hook styles. With the smallest possible movement (one minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage, and I'd practiced this move for a long time), before Jing could decide whether to break free from her feigned sleep, I untied the bra from her chest.
With a very soft "snap," two heavy breasts instantly sprang out, their nipples peeking out pink, half-hidden beneath the black fabric. Although Jing tried her best to control herself, her expression instantly tensed, a captivating blush spreading across her face. Seeing Jing's exposed breasts three feet away from others, an indescribable pleasure surged through my lower body. I reached out and cupped one of her soft breasts, playing with it.
Jing's breasts were as full and soft as a young woman's, her nipples erect under my teasing. I pinched her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and rubbed it quickly, causing her body to tremble involuntarily. I knew she was particularly sensitive under the aphrodisiac atmosphere behind me, so I carefully played with her tender parts using various techniques. Sure enough, after a while, she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly and pant softly.
After a while, I changed my hand gesture, my fingertips tracing circles of varying sizes down Jing's chest and abdomen, pausing briefly at her navel before moving downwards. Just as I touched a small patch of pubic hair on her lower abdomen, my hand was caught by the hem of her short skirt and couldn't go any further. Everything was as expected, so I moved my fingers around in the limited space, caressing Jing's private parts, sometimes lingering on the grass, sometimes trying to reach inside, but just as I was about to touch her vulva, I was completely blocked, pretending to fumble anxiously. At these moments, I would observe Jing's impatient expression, savoring her desire.
After several repetitions, Jing finally surrendered. I felt her soft little hand brush against my arm, and she proactively unbuttoned her skirt, stopping at the zipper. She bit her lip, still reservedly refusing to open her eyes, but her face flushed uncontrollably.
I was overjoyed at this sight, silently pulling down her zipper and reaching inside her skirt, grasping her private parts through her panties. Jing tilted her head back slightly, her mouth half-open, her lower body twitching slightly, and then I felt a dampness in the lace fabric in my hand. I waited for the rhythm to subside slightly before using one finger to lift the fabric at the crotch, and using two other fingers to hook at that crucial spot, causing Jing to tremble again. She felt a slippery wetness where she touched, without any resistance. Seeing her so aroused, I began to tease and caress her delicate petals.
After a while, Jing's expression grew increasingly restless, yet she remained silent. Suddenly, she reached out and grasped my genitals, kneading and feeling my hardness. Seemingly unsatisfied, she started to unzip my pants. Afraid of being heard by John and the others, I quickly withdrew my hand and helped her. Her delicate hand slipped directly into my underwear, tightly gripping my penis. At that moment, I felt my long-suppressed body finally needing comfort; the sensation was indescribable.
Jing laboriously pulled my penis out of my tight underwear. I arched my back, took a breath, and tightened my stomach before she finally managed to pull it all the way out. Jing gently stroked my penis, finally opening her eyes and looking at me. I gestured towards the direction behind her, and we both smiled silently, enjoying each other's caresses.
At this moment, John and Chloe seemed to be losing control more and more; their moans could be clearly heard in the quiet room. Chloe's moans were particularly peculiar, each one almost impossible to discern as either pleasure or masochism, yet each one tickled the heart, making the man's blood boil.
The vibrato in her moans grew longer and longer, finally punctuated by a few crisp sounds of flesh colliding, interspersed with a few low growls from the man muffled by the pillow, and the two of them, panting, returned to calm.
This meant that Jing and I couldn't continue, but thankfully the room was still dark, and with our clothes covering us, even if they went to the bathroom, it shouldn't be noticed. However, they seemed tired, and as their breathing gradually calmed, they clearly fell asleep again. Their
commotion, however, completely banished my sleepiness, leaving me feeling half-asleep, as if dangling in mid-air, with a strong urge in my lower body. I opened my eyes to look at Jing, only to find her eyes shining brightly in the darkness, staring at me. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled gently, and then I felt a pinch on my penis. This sudden, proactive teasing shattered my remaining rationality. I instinctively reached out to turn her body, and although she struggled a few times, she finally turned her back to me.
With my left hand, I rolled up the back of her skirt, pulled out my penis, and pressed it against her lower body, trying to be as silent as possible as I rubbed it between her buttocks. Suddenly, through the cotton of her panties, I pressed against a depression, and I felt Jing's waist arch, her buttocks initially pulling away slightly, then moving towards me instead.
I knew I had touched her sensitive spot, so I kept subtly adjusting my position and angle, focusing on that spot as I thrust. Suddenly, I shifted, and Jing immediately reached her hand from between her legs, covering my glans and pressing it against it, preventing it from escaping.
After a while, seeing that the time was right, I used two fingers to pry open the crotch of her panties, positioning my penis against one side of her labia. My glans pressed against Jing's vaginal opening, ready to thrust. At this moment, Jing still retained a sliver of consciousness, covering her opening with one hand to prevent me from succeeding. She even tried to pull herself forward, but I quickly pulled her away from her front, pulling her hips back as well. With a thrust, although not perfectly aligned, her lower body was already overflowing with fluids, allowing me to complete the act in one go. My penis instantly slid into her wet, tight, and hot cavity.
Although it was a situation where I absolutely couldn't make a sound, Jing couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Realizing this, she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, muffled the rest of the sound with a "Mmm..." in her palm. As I was about to withdraw, she grabbed my arm, turning her head slightly. In the darkness, I could vaguely see her shaking her head anxiously, signaling no.
I knew she was afraid of being overheard or seen, so I paused for a moment, leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "Was it exciting listening to them having sex?"
Seeing that I wasn't insisting, Jing relaxed, her expression immediately lightening. She half-turned her face and whispered, "They're really bold!"
"Never heard anything like this before, have you?" I laughed, giving her a quick, forceful thrust. Jing smiled silently, her tight, layered muscles contracting and squeezing me.
Seeing her teasing, I gently thrust my abdomen in and out, giving her a light slap. To distract her, I whispered, "If we sleep in a room with them now, two men and two women, the staff might think we're having sex!" Jing turned her face away shyly, but didn't say anything.
I leaned closer and said, "John asked me last night if I had any revealing photos of you! I think he's got his eye on you." Of course, I didn't mention that John showed me Cho's nude photos.
"You men are all the same!" Jing said, feigning anger, then nervously lowered her voice and said, "You didn't show them to him, did you?"
I quickly denied it, saying, "I don't carry them around." Then, with a sly grin, I said, half-jokingly, "If I did, maybe I'd show off your fair skin." I nudged her again.
"You dare?!"
"He kept praising your beauty last night. If I hadn't been there, he would have definitely tried to seduce you." I deliberately provoked Jing's vanity. "Hmph..." Jing said, feigning modesty.
"How about I grant his wish?"
"That depends on whether I'm willing." Jing smiled and glanced at me.
I thought to myself, if she doesn't say she doesn't want to, then there's plenty of fun to be had. I stared at her
and said brazenly, "Maybe one day I'll conspire with him to get you drunk and let him touch you from head to toe." At this, Jing trembled and closed her eyes.
Seeing that she was stimulated, I started moving my lower body continuously and continued, "Do you want me to pin you down on the bed and make you unable to move, so he can properly admire your naked body and then caress your whole body..."
Jing kept her eyes closed and did not answer, her small nostrils twitching slightly .
"Do you want to lie on the bed, spread your legs, and let him gently kiss your little sister..."
A look of distress appeared on Jing's face, and she turned her head away and bit her lip.
"Do you want to have an affair with him in a hotel and be pinned down and fucked by him?"
Jing finally couldn't resist my training and turned halfway around, asking for a kiss while saying, "Fuck me!"
(18)
After a quick wash in the morning, Jing and I said goodbye to John and Chloe and prepared to go home.
Chloe's expression was very natural, but looking at John's somewhat sly and smug eyes, I think he most
likely heard Jing and me's live performance. No wonder, Jing doesn't really control her volume when she gets close to the peak.
Leaving the room, Jing and I couldn't help but exchange a smile. Jing then put on a serious face and said, "It's all your fault
, they must have heard us!"
"Anyway, we heard them too, we're even," I said with a grin, giving her a light pinch on her chubby bottom
, which made Jing's face break.
In the taxi, we naturally reminisced about everything from last night, the two of us whispering and giggling in the back seat
, attracting the driver's frequent glances in the rearview mirror.
When we got home, we found that Xiaofeng had almost finished packing his things. A large suitcase was placed in the living room, and Jing
immediately said, "Oh! Leaving so soon?" Just then, Xiaofeng came out of the room carrying two bags. I stood
to the side watching the siblings talk, my only thought being to get some more sleep. Fortunately, Xiaofeng didn't have much stuff, and insisted that
we didn't need to deliver it, so Jing let it go, saying, "Then you go first, we'll come back in a couple of days."
I helped Xiaofeng carry a few bags and saw him to the car. Watching him wave at us through the glass, seemingly
reluctant to leave, I thought to myself, "Don't worry, we still have time to play with your sister." Thinking of the lewd sounds I heard through the door that night
, I suddenly got hard again.
After eating a few bites of the beef noodles delivered from the small restaurant downstairs, I stared at the two steamed buns in front of me, my mind drifting away
.
"What are you doing?" Jing came over and sat down, preparing to eat her rice ball and fried dough sticks.
I snapped awake, a sly grin creeping onto my face. "Look at those two steamed buns, they're just as white and round as some parts of your body."
Jing scoffed, "Pervert! All you ever think about is that."
"Ha, didn't you think about that this morning too? You were so horny just now, and now you're all serious." I stared at her, grinning.
"Go to hell!" Despite her sharp tongue, Jing's expression was still a little awkward.
"Wife, now we have some alone time, no worries!"
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to fuck you in Xiaofeng's room."
"Dream on!"
"While we're fucking, I'll make you tell me how you got him to fuck you in that room."
Jing's cheeks flushed at the mention of it, a little embarrassed. "I'm ignoring you!" she said, grabbing a rice ball and
heading to her computer desk. She opened her favorite QQ.
...
Mondays are always depressing. I just arrived at the office this morning, and I still had dozens of emails on Inbox
to check when Hana came over to say she got another offer and would be resigning in a few weeks.
She's not particularly attractive, but as my assistant, she's been quite competent at her job. But people always want more.
Well, all I could do was wish her good luck.
I explained the situation to Williams and Anne, the HR manager, and Anne suggested
I talk to Helen (yes, the Helen I "bumped into" on the subway) and find a
replacement. The thought of having a chance to get closer to her cheered me up a bit, though of course I didn't let Anne
know.
Soon after, Helen called, asking me to send her a job description. I deliberately sent
her a vague one, and when she called back, I said in a very natural tone, "I'm about to have a meeting now
, how about we have lunch together, and I'll explain my requirements to you in detail." She hesitated for
a moment on the other end of the line, but I still got the answer I wanted. Hanging up, I smiled slightly.
Sitting in my usual small but decent restaurant downstairs from the office, I waited impatiently.
Helen was already ten minutes late. I took out my phone and dialed her extension, but no one answered. Just as I
was about to order, the glass door opened, and her slender figure hesitated for a moment before noticing
my seat and hurrying over.
Helen blushed slightly and said a little embarrassed that she was late. I gently said it was okay, and we
casually ordered a set meal and started talking. The conversation gradually shifted from specific work topics to personal matters. It was clear that
although she hadn't been there long, she already had good and bad opinions about her superiors and colleagues, but since
we weren't close, we didn't delve into anything deeper.
As we finished eating, I felt the atmosphere was relatively relaxed, so I took out my phone and said, "I might be
going on a business trip soon. Here's my number; contact me anytime if there are any problems with the recruitment." She responded. Before she could fully
prepare herself, I said, "What's your number? I'll call you now, then you'll have mine." She
glanced at me indifferently, making me a little uneasy, then gave me her number in a slightly stiff tone
. I pretended not to notice, thinking that things should be done one step at a time.
Not long after returning to the company, I received a call from Nikki.
"Who did you have lunch with?" Nikki's tone was a little stiff.
"Helen from HR! Hana is leaving, and I need to hire an assistant."
"Do you have to go out to talk about this?" Nikki quickly added, "Never mind, who you have
lunch with is none of my business." With that, she hung up.
I was a little amused and annoyed, thinking, "You're quick to get information!" Remembering all the kindness she had shown me, I dialed back.
"Hello..." The phone rang four times before she answered, her voice cold.
"What's wrong?"
She was silent for a moment. "Helen was someone I introduced to the company." She paused and continued, "She
told me about you asking her for her phone number."
My face flushed, and I changed the subject, "Is she your friend?"
"We were classmates in high school." Just as I was happy that she didn't mention the phone number again, Nikki
asked, "Do you like her?"
"What?!" I quickly retorted, "We just met." "
I know you too well. If you didn't have feelings for her, you would never have asked her out to dinner, let alone asked for her phone
number."
I was speechless for a moment, weakly defending myself, and comforted her, "Don't be angry! Have dinner with me tonight, let me make it up to you, okay?"
"I don't care."
"Then you'll treat me to dinner," I said, relaxing my tone. "Didn't you say you'd make me soup?"
At this, Nikki finally remembered something that had made her happy. "Hmph, that's outdated."
Although she said that, her tone was noticeably lighter. She continued quietly, "Don't even think about it. She won't
be interested in you. Let me tell you, her family is very rich, and she said you're obviously not a good man."
I was thoughtful, not in a hurry to get more information from her. I said a few more sweet words to appease Nikki
, and we agreed to have lunch together the next day.
In the afternoon, I settled down and did some things. I was quite efficient, finishing my work just after five o'clock. Once I settled down
, I felt a little bored. I looked at some documents absentmindedly for a while, then couldn't resist going on QQ. I had just logged on when
I received an offline text from my "trainer": "Your wife will initiate sex tonight. You can guide her to fantasize about being humiliated by me
."
I always find it particularly exciting to secretly see pornographic content at work, especially since it's about Jing.
I was thrilled, wondering when they had chatted again and how things were progressing. My "trainer" wasn't online
, so I couldn't ask immediately. I fantasized and anticipated Jing's passion that night, and I couldn't help but get an erection.
When I got home from work, I heard Jing humming a song in the kitchen as soon as I opened the door. Hearing me, she started talking:
"Honey, I bought some cooked groceries. We just need to stir-fry a vegetable dish and we can have dinner. Open that bottle of red wine on the table!"
I saw a bottle of wine on the table, and upon picking it up, I saw it was Bordeaux. I smiled and asked, "Why are you
in such a good mood today?"
Jing giggled, put on an apron, and jumped out of the kitchen, her hands still wet, and rubbed against me:
"I just want to be nice to you, honey..."
I thought, why is she being so clingy today? I pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss, then reached down and touched her
. Surprisingly, Jing didn't pull away.
"Want to?"
"Mmm..." Jing leaned softly against me.
'Looks like the trainer was right,' I thought.
An ambiguous atmosphere developed during dinner, but I refrained from asking about their conversation.
"Xiaofeng's not here today, it feels like someone's missing."
"Yeah! I'll go check on him these next couple of days."
"Delivering goods to your door, huh?" I teased.
"Get lost!"
...
"You seem to be leaving work early lately," I said.
"Yeah, I recently got a new boss, he leaves on time every day, so I don't have to stay."
"Oh, how's the new boss?"
"He's alright, pretty handsome, I heard he's a returnee from overseas."
"Oh."
...
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After dinner, I washed the dishes myself, and surprisingly, none of them were broken. After drying my hands, I was about to push open the bedroom door when
Jing blocked my way.
"Hey! Don't come in yet, I'm changing clothes."
"Damn, we're an old married couple, what's with the shyness?"
"No... go take a shower first!"
I wondered what was going on, but I was also a little excited, so I turned around and went to the bathroom.
The shampoo foam clogged most of my senses; I only felt the powerful spray of the showerhead washing away the day's fatigue.
"Hai~~" A coquettish, drawn-out sound startled me from my reverie. I rinsed off, a little disheveled, and
half-opened my eyes. Jing smiled and lifted the shower curtain, looking at me. She was
wearing makeup, which made her lips appear even redder, her skin whiter, and her eyes brighter, exuding a thousand allurees. My gaze
was drawn downwards, and I saw she was wearing a red embroidered bodice. Two high, rounded breasts
squeezed out alluring curves from the diamond-shaped edges, her nipples standing erect beneath the thin silk. Red cords wrapped around her waist and hips
, adding to the erotic effect. The bottom edge of the bodice, with its wispy fabric, partially concealed her seemingly naked lower body.
Her two snow-white thighs were pressed tightly together, as if slowly swaying. She wore a pair of red high-heeled sandals, revealing ten delicate
toes. Her body, from head to toe, was alluring; she was truly a rare beauty.
Jing seemed to sense the heat of my gaze as it caressed her sensitive areas, and she whimpered, saying coquettishly,
"How can you look at me like that?" Her voice was full of provocation.
I exhaled, "You little slut, you're so wanton, dressed so provocatively to seduce men."
"Don't you like me being provocative?" Jing intensified her actions, putting a slender finger in her mouth, her red lips gently sucking
, her eyes fixed on me as if they were about to drip water.
"Damn it! Go back to bed, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning."
"Who said you could fuck me? I'll just let you look, not touch me."
I couldn't take it anymore, hastily washing myself clean, grabbing a towel, and chasing after Jing, who was giggling and fleeing towards the bedroom
.
(19)
I rushed into the room. Jing was climbing onto the bed, her plump, white buttocks facing me. I threw down the towel, still wet, and pounced on her. Jing pretended to struggle, but I held her down tightly, kissing and groping her wildly, making her laugh nonstop.
"Where did you get this bellyband?" I asked breathlessly, kissing her as I spoke.
"I ordered it online yesterday. Ha! Don't touch it, it itches there... I had it delivered to the company today."
"Yesterday? How did you come up with that?" I turned her over and examined the pattern on the bellyband closely.
Jing replied somewhat shyly, "Um... I was chatting with that... that Brother Qiang and he recommended it. To be honest, you'll definitely like it... Is it pretty?"
Brother Qiang was that BDSM guy. Hearing that, I got excited and reached into her bodice, grabbing one of Jing's tender breasts. "Mmm, it's pretty. Wearing it makes you even more alluring than not wearing it."
Jing smiled seductively, hooking her arms around my neck and whispering in my ear, "So, are you tempted? If you are, take me! Mmm..."
Before she could finish, I kissed her cherry lips, our tongues passionately intertwining, one hand teasing her sensitive spots from top to bottom, accompanied by Jing's increasingly desireful moans.
Suddenly, she pushed me up slightly, then slid down. I propped myself up, feeling her face and hair brush against my chest and abdomen, and then my penis entered a warm, moist paradise. I savored each movement of Jing's tongue, my desire gradually overshadowing my pity. I began to subtly thrust my hips, controlling the rhythm of my penis against her throat.
To give Jing ample stimulation, I hooked my legs around her inner thighs and spread them as wide as possible, while simultaneously pulling her hair. I said, "Slut, do you like me fucking your mouth like I fuck your cunt?"
Jing's nose was flattened by my lower abdomen, and I could hear the dry heaving as I pressed against her throat. Hearing my words, she let out a long, muffled "uh," her head shaking violently, whether in agreement or denial, I couldn't tell. Her legs clamped tightly around my feet, trying to close, but I blocked them.
"Your cunt's itchy, isn't it? I won't give you my cock. Today, lick it a little longer, imagine your vagina is being fucked."
Jing made a dying "gurgling" sound in her throat, while her hands gripped my buttocks and pressed them down into her mouth. I was a little reluctant to let her go, but seeing how into it she was, I hardened my heart and decided to enjoy the feeling. To be honest, at that moment, the psychological sense of conquest was far more exhilarating than the physical pleasure.
I humiliated Jing like this for about fifteen minutes, then I thought that was enough, so I stopped and sat up. I saw Jing lying motionless on the bed like she was dead, one hand covering her mouth, her eyes closed, her head turned to the side, her chest rising and falling slightly. I felt sorry for her, so I quickly grabbed a piece of paper, leaned over, moved her mechanical hand away, and wiped the saliva off her face.
"Baby, have you never had your mouth fucked like this before?" I whispered gently and proudly in her ear.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Jing half-opened her eyes, her eyes filled with tears, seemingly from the deep throat reaction, making her look especially pitiful.
"Come on, let your husband make you feel good, to compensate you." I tried to pull her up to the pillow.
Jing leaned in and hugged me tightly, saying softly, "I love you! Husband, I'd do anything for you."
It felt like a soft spot in my heart had been touched, and I felt warmth and sweetness fill my chest. I hugged her tightly and whispered sweet nothings in her ear for a while.
The tender intimacy gradually reignited my desire. I rolled over, pinning Jing beneath me, and reached down to grasp my penis. I rubbed the head against her wet, tender flesh, causing Jing to cling to my neck and moan softly. Soon, she trembled and said, "Your glans is so round...it's pressing against me...come in..."
I thrust my hips forward, slowly pushing my entire penis in. I felt Jing's tightness being forcibly stretched open, but fortunately, her vagina was already slippery, so it wasn't too difficult. Jing cried out, "Ah," and said in a soft, seductive voice, "So hard...so thick..."
I felt a surge of pleasure. I grabbed one of her small hands and guided it down, letting her feel around the point where our bodies met. "How is it? Is there no gap at all?"
Jing closed her eyes and sighed, "Yes...you've filled me up completely..."
Hearing her say this, a sense of conquest welled up inside me. I took her earlobe in my mouth and gently sucked on it, while slowly and steadily thrusting my penis into her.
Jing's moans were filled with pleasure: "Mmm...ah...that's it...I like it when you do it to me so gently...it feels so good...let me touch your balls..." As she spoke, she turned her body slightly to the side, her five slender fingers gently kneading my scrotum. Touching
my sensitive spot, I couldn't help but groan, my penis throbbing inside Jing: "Baby, why are you so horny today?"
Jing kept her eyes closed, a smile appearing on her face: "I won't tell you!"
I thrust into her deeply: "Tell me, was it because of Brother Qiang's teasing?"
Caught off guard, Jing bit her lip and turned her face away shyly: "It's all because you sold me out!"
Although I knew that wasn't what Jing meant, those words still tickled my itch, and I lewdly said: "Yes, I wanted you to go out and sell yourself. Ouch!" But Jing pinched me.
Fortunately, Jing was used to my teasing and wasn't annoyed. She whispered in my ear, "Brother Qiang asked me if your husband is under a lot of pressure at work. I said maybe a little! He said I should let you... vent... um... enjoy yourself at home..."
"What were you about to say?" I sensitively caught the part Jing skipped.
"Um... he said I should let you... vent... vent..." Jing's voice trembled as she said the last two words.
I tensed up, and my lower body involuntarily quickened its pace: "Yes, I like to release my sexual desire on you. Say it, you're my sex tool!"
Jing frowned and whispered, "Oh... I'm your sex tool... husband, use me... use me however you want..."
"Good girl. What else did he say?"
"He also said... if I'm willing, he can teach me how to completely dedicate myself to you... to be your... sex slave." Jing uttered the last two words with some difficulty, her delicate body involuntarily twisting beneath me. Suddenly she cried out, her body stiffening. I felt a gush of fluid overflow from her vagina, instantly soaking my testicles and the sheets beneath us.
"What happened?" I asked, staring at her curiously.
Jing's vagina was still throbbing. She said shyly, "I don't know... I just felt really stimulated, and then it felt like it opened up and started leaking."
"The sheets are so wet! You're so horny," I teased.
Jing blushed and started to whine, "You bad man, you're making fun of me! I'm not playing with you anymore!"
I laughed, "Oh, okay, okay, beautiful, I love it when you squirt. Watch me fuck you good." I then unleashed my skills, thrusting three times shallow and one time deep, causing Jing to moan loudly each time I penetrated her.
"Do you want to be my sex slave?" I asked, seeing Jing gradually opening up.
"Um... I don't know... I don't know..." Jing said shyly.
I thought to myself, "The training has begun." "It's okay, let Qiang teach you. Just do as he
says." Jing chuckled, opened one eye, and looked at me playfully. "You want me to do whatever he says?"
"Yeah!" I said, half-jokingly. "How will he teach you?"
"How should I know?" Jing turned her face away, biting her nails.
"What do you think of this guy?"
"Hmm…he seems quite experienced, probably been with many women…but he's shameless. Who specializes in training…this kind of person…?"
"What are his conditions for teaching you?"
"Hmm, he said the condition is that online, I have to completely obey his instructions and report my progress to him."
I thought, this is just the first step! "What else?"
"And…hmm…he also wants me to describe my…body to him…" Jing covered her eyes with one hand, stammering.
"Does he mean naked?" I asked knowingly.
"Yes." Jing tried to remain calm.
"So, do you agree?"
"If you agree, then I agree." Jing peeked at me slyly through her fingers.
"Anyway, it's to serve me, so of course I agree," I said, feigning generosity.
"Hmph, I knew you'd agree. Brother Qiang said you'd agree too."
"Oh? Why?" I asked knowingly.
Jing suddenly blushed, her eyes crinkling into a half-smile, and she shook her head with her lips tightly pressed together.
"Tell me!" I knew she must have something to say.
Jing thought for a moment, then hooked her arm around my neck and brought my ear close to her mouth, saying, "He said you have that...cuckold...complex..." Jing's cheeks grew hotter and hotter as she spoke. She paused, as if gathering her courage, before continuing, "I'll make you imagine...me with other men...and you'll get really excited..."
Hearing this, I felt a surge of heat rush from my lower abdomen to my head, and my face instantly turned bright red. Although I had long been aware of this about myself, being described like this by another man to my fiancée still filled me with an indescribable sense of shame and sexual urge. I cried out, "Ah!" "He's right! Wife, please satisfy me!" and began to frantically release my desire on Jing's body.
Jing screamed and cried out as I raped her, "Okay, husband, whatever you want, I'll satisfy you..."
"Wife, you're so good! I love it when you're with other men. You have no idea how exciting it is to have Xiao Feng do it to me!"
Jing whimpered, saying lewdly, "Then I'll go and have him do it to me tomorrow... He's asked me so many times... Husband, I feel so good... Fuck me hard!"
I suddenly got up and flipped her over: "Kneel down and let Brother Qiang do it to you!"
Jing was startled, then turned back to look at me with a wanton yet resentful gaze. She raised her buttocks high, her two jade-like buttocks as plump and round as peaches, her sparse pubic hair between them revealing her thick, swollen labia majora and labia minora like blooming petals, her vulva already dripping with spring water. I admired her for a while and said, "Spread your labia yourself so Brother Qiang can see your cunt! Shout it out!"
Jing moved her hands back, her upper body supported only by her pretty face and shoulders pressed against the bed, her two plump white breasts swaying like bells. She reached out and tried her best to spread her labia majora and minora apart, her mouth mumbling and trembling under the pillow, "Brother Qiang... oh... look..." I clearly saw Jing's anus and vaginal opening involuntarily contracting violently, the scene extremely lewd.
I didn't have time to waste, I grabbed my gun, knelt between her thighs, and roughly spread her buttocks apart, thrusting into her without any penetration. Jing screamed desperately, which further aroused me. I grabbed her waist and hips, which suddenly swelled, and thrust myself down quickly, filling the room with the "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding. A faint, fishy smell of genitals further stimulated my lustful state.
"Why did Qiang-ge want you to describe your body to him?!"
"Ah...he wants to know what I look like without clothes..."
"Then just take your clothes off and show him!" (The beautiful Jing displayed her pure naked body in front of the experienced dominatrix; the scene was unbearable!)
"No, husband, only you can see my body." Jing frowned, biting her fingers, and whispered.
"I order you to take your clothes off and show him!" I said excitedly, slapping Jing's pink buttocks. "Will you listen to me?"
"Oh...I'll listen to you...if you do it to me faster, I'll take my clothes off and show him." Jing's knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, but her body eagerly demanded more.
"You shameless bitch, I'll tell you you're a slut! You want to be fucked by Qiang Ge!" (Every time I say the word "fuck," I feel a surge of pleasure.)
Jing was enjoying my humiliation, her voice already distorted: "I'm a slut... I want to be fucked by Qiang Ge..." As she spoke, her voice trembled with tears: "No, husband... no, I can't be so shameless..."
I said without letting up: "I'll tell you what to do, Qiang Ge is fucking you right behind you! Let me watch you serve Qiang Ge!"
"Ah... husband, watch... watch me serve him with my body!" Jing twisted her hips wildly, her vagina squeezing and sucking me forcefully.
"Say it to Qiang Ge!"
"Qiang Ge, you're such a man! Let me serve you!" Jing buried her head in the pillow and shouted, no longer looking at me.
"Say it again!" I was so excited that my brain was almost oxygen-deprived, and stars seemed to be flashing before my eyes.
"Brother Qiang, you're so strong! Fuck me hard!" Jing gripped the sheets tightly, her body stiff as she cried out, "Look at my husband... ahh... he's watching you fuck my cunt! Brother Qiang, use me!"
"Fuck! Say it again!" She couldn't take it anymore.
"Brother Qiang, your **** is killing me! I can't take it anymore!" Jing suddenly trembled all over, frantically tearing at the pillow and screaming, "I'm coming! I'm going to die! Ah... Brother Qiang, fuck me... ah... ah... Brother Qiang... woo..."
I roared repeatedly, "thump thump thump" spraying about ten spurts of semen deep into Jing's vagina...
Pre-marital sex (20)
These past two days, Helen has sent over some resumes. I picked two that seemed okay at first glance and asked her to arrange interviews for me. Helen's tone was always indifferent when she spoke to me, and I naturally hadn't had a chance to use her phone number yet.
In the afternoon, Jing called to say that she was going to see Xiaofeng's new house that night and asked if I wanted to go. I covered my phone and chuckled softly, "Stop pretending. What else could you guys do? He's been holding back for so long, you should just go for it. Report back when you get back tonight."
Jing on the other end of the line chuckled awkwardly and said, "You're so frivolous!" but immediately changed the subject. Anyway, there was no dinner at home today, so I ordered takeout from the office and ate it on my way home. After getting home, I went online for a while and suddenly remembered that the training instructor had asked me to buy a gag. I hadn't found a pair of handcuffs, so I went to Taobao (an online shopping platform) and started searching. It turned out they had all sorts of strange and unusual items. As I looked at the pictures of women being abused, I fantasized about Jing, who was usually so proper, being humiliated by a stranger while wearing these instruments. My lower body instantly swelled to its limit, and I couldn't help but pull out my penis, close my eyes, and rub it while imagining Jing's enchanting spring scenery at Xiaofeng's house
...
Jing's high heels approached in the old apartment's dilapidated corridor, the sound of her footsteps echoing... Just as I raised my hand, the door was suddenly pulled open, and Xiaofeng, who had been waiting for a long time, pulled Jing into the house... The bag in Jing's hand rolled to the ground, and Xiaofeng's long-suppressed lust erupted like a volcano, spraying onto Jing's forehead, cheeks, neck, and... Her clothes slid off to the floor one by one, and Jing's snow-white and beautiful body was displayed without reservation before Xiaofeng's eyes. Her face, as perfect as a cover girl's, was captivating; her long, flowing, curly hair added to her allure; her breasts, high and firm like mounds of pink, had two rosy nipples; her skin, so white and flawless, was as smooth as milk… Her entire body possessed countless alluring curves; paper might be God's masterpiece… "Sister…you're so beautiful…"
Xiao Feng knelt at Jing's feet, kissing his way up her legs from her insteps to… "No, don't…let me take a shower first." Jing tugged at Xiao Feng's hair, half-pushing and half-forcing him, she cried out, "Don't shower, sister, I want it now…" Xiao Feng pulled down his pants, his penis already erect, standing so high before Jing's eyes… Jing lay beneath Xiao Feng, looking at him with affection, spreading her legs and grasping his manhood: "Xiao Feng has grown so much…oh, it's so hard…have you missed me these past few days…?" The mushroom-shaped glans rubbed and throbbed against Jing's sensitive vaginal opening, poised to breach her final barrier at any moment. "Sister! I'm coming in…"
"Come on, love your sister well." A powerful thrust instantly filled the emptiness in my mind: "Ah! Good brother...so good...come...come...like this...touch me here...yes, right here...bite my nipple...ooh...be gentle...um...good brother, you're killing me...so comfortable...your future woman is so lucky...I want you...um, whenever you want, I'll give it to you, let you want it properly...does sister make you feel good...?"
"It feels so good, sister...like being an immortal...no, I wouldn't trade being an immortal...is sister tight...tight...so tight...sister, you're squeezing me to death..."
The scene in my fantasy seemed incredibly real. In my dazed state, I couldn't help but murmur, "Fuck her! Fuck my wife!" A surge of urge to ejaculate immediately came from my back. I quickly stopped what I was doing, opened my eyes to calm down, but was shocked to see Jing standing in the corner of the dimly lit room, looking at me with a half-smile. I jumped in fright, then realized my embarrassing state and my face turned bright red. "You...when did you get back?" Jing walked over gracefully, knelt down, and buried her head in my crotch, where my pants were still not pulled up. She rubbed her delicate face against my penis and murmured dreamily, "Husband, do you really like it when...others...do it to me?"
"It's been so long, don't you know?" I composed myself, enjoying her tenderness, my heart filled with anticipation.
"I understand... but I'm still a little uncertain... You made me sleep with Xiaofeng, and then you want me to be trained by Qiang Ge, is it because you want me to have a relationship with him in the future?" Jing paused, and seeing that I didn't deny it, she said softly, "I used to only have you as my man, but now I see one after another... Xiaofeng is one of my own, giving him to him is my way of showing him love... Qiang Ge is clearly a stranger, I'm still a little scared..." As she said this, Jing looked up at me, her eyes filled with confusion, "Husband, are you really willing to give him up?"
My heart was churning, a mix of emotions overwhelmed, and I almost didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a long time, I finally said, "Let's take it one step at a time. If you don't like Qiang Ge later, we'll stop." Jing lowered her head and after a long while, she finally hummed in agreement.
Jing continued, "Sometimes I feel very confused, wondering what's right and what's wrong... When I was little, my grandma taught me that a girl's most important thing is her chastity, and that she should give her first time to her husband on her wedding night, otherwise he would look down on her and wouldn't love her as much. So we dated for so long before I gave myself to you. I know you wanted me a long time ago, but I was really scared then, afraid that you would despise me." "As time went on, I felt that this was fine too. We love each other, so why must we wait until after marriage?" Jing's eyes revealed infinite tenderness as she continued, "Later, you often made me fantasize about things that I would have found disgusting before, like exposing myself, or with other men... At first, I felt that you were insulting me, that you didn't love me anymore..."
"Of course not!" I grabbed Jing's hand and interrupted her. "You are the woman I love most in my life, otherwise why would I propose to you?"
Jing hummed in agreement and continued, "Later I also realized that you just wanted to add some spice to our lives. However, I've always believed that a man cannot tolerate his woman being possessed by another man, so I can't truly believe that you enjoy me having relationships with other men."
"Until that night, when you actually let me go to Xiaofeng's room, and I saw how excited you were afterwards, I realized you really liked it, and..." Jing hesitated for a long time before timidly saying, "I realized that I've become bad too... Although I always say you're a pervert, whenever I fantasize about being with someone else, and you're there wanting but unable to, it feels so exciting..." Hearing Jing squeeze out this confession like toothpaste, my lower body instantly became erect. I gripped the base and gently patted Jing's cheek with the shaft. Jing smiled, dodging and yielding, occasionally sticking out her little tongue to lick it, which aroused my desire.
"I never dared to imagine being in this state before. Sometimes I wonder, have I fallen?" Jing suddenly stopped moving, somewhat bewildered.
"Of course not, you're just becoming more and more alluring," I said softly. "Don't overthink it, just listen to me. Don't you think our sex life is getting more and more exciting?" Jing hummed in agreement, looking at me tenderly. "I'll listen to you, you'll take good care of me, right, husband?" I pulled her up, and she straddled me. "Forever!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Jing embraced me and captured my lips with hers. We teased and kissed each other, and I don't know how long we kissed.
...
"Did you enjoy yourself at Xiaofeng's house today?" Seeing that Jing wasn't going to confess, I finally couldn't help but ask.
Jing's face flushed, and she buried her head in my shoulder. "You just know how to tease me." "Don't be shy, just tell me the truth." I ran my hand under her buttocks, lifted her skirt, and wiped her panties. I could feel that the thin fabric was already wet. Jing hummed softly, "Today, he was more uninhibited."
"How so?" I inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from Jing's neck, thinking that another man had also enjoyed that scent.
"Well, he was a bit naughty today. He immediately asked me to give him oral sex." Jing smiled a little shyly, "And he said some suggestive things..."
Seeing her hesitant expression, I knew there was something fishy going on. I gently squeezed and rotated my hand on her sensitive area. "Said what?"
"Just those things, like, you came out behind your husband's back... and whether I enjoyed fucking you." Jing whispered in my ear, "Who fucks you more comfortably... We tried a few positions today, and he even spanked my ass when I was from behind... that guy..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but pull Jing's hand inside her underwear. Jing took out my penis, let out a soft "ah," and murmured, "It's so hard... You just like hearing me get bullied, don't you?" I felt a surge of desire, lifted the edge of her lace panties, exposing Jing's private parts to the air. I gently caressed them, and soon they were flowing with moisture.
"Use the head of your penis to rub against yourself," I whispered, "How long did he fuck you today?" Jing obediently grasped my penis, teasing herself with the glans, causing her to tremble. "Almost half an hour... It felt pretty good... When he was on top of me, I thought of my aunt, and I felt quite guilty, but also a little exciting..."
"What would your aunt think if she knew you slept with her son?" I chuckled wickedly, thrusting my hips and occasionally pushing the head of my penis into her hole. Sometimes it would go in half an inch, but due to the position, if she didn't cooperate, it wouldn't go in much. Seeing that wonderful spot right in front of her, yet unable to enter, created a different kind of excitement in the impatience.
Seeing my reaction, Jing playfully teased me, saying in a coquettish voice, "She'll kill me..." "You slut, you don't even spare your own relatives!" I deliberately insulted her.
Jing chuckled, then suddenly smiled and said, "What would your parents think if they knew you gave their daughter-in-law away to play with..."
I was speechless when I heard a beep from the computer. I turned to look at the screen, and the QQ avatar was flashing. I put one arm around Jing and clicked on the avatar with the other. It turned out that the "trainer" was online, and immediately asked, "How did it go last time?"
I turned back to Jing and smiled, "Someone's asking me about the progress of training you." When Jing saw it was the "trainer," her expression became slightly unnatural, and she said in a low voice, "You men are shameless!" She made to get up, but I grabbed her and made her turn around and sit in front of me, looking at the screen. I replied, "Not bad, she's really into it."
"Did she join in my role?"
"Yeah, she even told me to fuck her." Before I could send the message, I felt a sharp pain on my thigh; it was Jing pinching me. I exaggeratedly yelled, and although Jing looked embarrassed, she didn't seem to stop me. In my excitement, I kissed her neck and then clicked Send.
"What did she say?"
"She said she'd serve you and let me watch you fuck her." Jing's face turned even redder, and she grabbed my hand, saying, "How am I supposed to talk to him again if you do this?!"
I gently stroked the fine hairs by her side with my lips, and said with a grin, "You still want to pretend to be a lady? I'm here to train you." Saying that, I broke free from her hand and sent the message. "Hmm, looks like your wife has potential." The trainer seemed quite satisfied. "How did you feel about that?" "Very exciting." "
I need your cooperation. I'll give you unprecedented psychological and physical pleasure." I had quite a bit of anticipation in my mind, and wrote, "My wife is home too. Want to talk to her?" Seeing that Jing didn't object, I sent it.
"Okay."
Jing naturally took it. "Hello." My hands were now free, so I took the opportunity to slip inside her shirt, cupping one of Jing's plump breasts in each hand, watching what they said. "Your husband said you were very enthusiastic in bed last time, and he was very satisfied," Jing replied with just one word, "Hmm."
"What did he make you fantasize about?" the trainer asked knowingly. Jing turned her face away shyly and complained, "It's all your fault! Look, how am I supposed to answer this!" I laughed, "Relax, he doesn't even know you."
Jing bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before writing, "He made me fantasize about doing it with you." I looked at her veiled lewd words and began to knead her breasts.
"Are you enjoying it?"
"So-so." My hands pinched Jing's two nipples and gently rubbed them, making her soft body tremble slightly, her legs opening and closing restlessly.
"He said you were begging to serve me, tell me how you want me to do it to you." Jing seemed stimulated, and suddenly covered her genitals with one hand, then said somewhat shyly and anxiously, "Quick! Give me a napkin!"
I reached down to her genitals, but she stubbornly covered them and refused to let go. I knew she'd embarrassed herself, but I didn't tease her. I reached for a piece of paper, and she quickly wiped herself, her ears already flushed. I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I wanted to hear what you had to say!"
Seeing that I didn't bring it up, Jing seemed relieved and went along with it, starting to type again, "I'm ignoring you." "Haha, sorry."
"Are you always this direct when you talk to women?"
"On pretty ones."
"How do you know I'm pretty?"
"Your husband said so."
"What did he say?" Jing glanced back at me.
"He said you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and that if I saw you, I'd definitely want to sleep with you." Jing's smug smile instantly turned cold after reading the last part. She turned around, grabbed my arm, and bit it. I laughed and cried out in pain, and it took her a while to let go.
"When are you going to let me see you?" the instructor continued.
I whispered in Jing's ear, "You can look at anything, just don't show your face." Jing snorted, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "I won't let you see anywhere." But she didn't answer me. Seeing her feigning modesty, I simply cupped Jing's shapely buttocks with both hands, making her stand up slightly and spread her legs, while holding my penis with one hand. She slowly sat down, holding my legs, and took my penis inside. I felt a slippery, tight mass inside, which was still slightly writhing at the moment of insertion. Jing groaned, put her arms on the table, lowered her head, and breathed softly.
"?" The instructor asked after a long time without a response.
"Tell him I'm inside you." I savored the wonderful feeling inside Jing's body and commanded while kissing her smooth back. Jing's waist and hips twisted from time to time, and she frowned and finally wrote with difficulty, "My husband is inside me." The few words took her trembling hands a long time to type.
"Is it comfortable?"
"Comfortable!" Seeing Jing struggling to type, I thrust my lower body a few times and took the opportunity to say, "Stop typing, let's video chat with him, without letting him see your face."
Jing closed her eyes, leaned softly against me without saying a word.
I didn't expect Jing to agree so easily, and I hesitated a bit, but I was already in a bind. I gritted my teeth, stretched out my hand to adjust the position of the camera, and sent a video invitation with my heart pounding.
(Twenty-one)
During the connection process, I didn't forget to whisper to Jing, "Be careful, don't show your face." Jing hummed in agreement and half-opened her eyes to look at the angle the camera was pointing at. Soon a middle-aged man appeared on the screen, wearing sunglasses, calling out "Hello, hello," while adjusting the angle of the camera. I was quite uneasy, but I mustered up my courage and also called out twice, "Can you hear me?" "I can hear you, you guys are quite mysterious, aren't you? We don't even know what you look like," he joked casually. The image stabilized, and I saw he was about forty years old, with a square face, a hooked nose, and thin lips that spoke with a slight northern accent. "Aren't you wearing sunglasses too?" I replied, squeezing Jing's waist and abdomen with my hand, and whispered, "Say hello to Brother Qiang." Jing shook her head but didn't speak. I could only smile at him and say, "My wife is shy and doesn't dare to speak." He smiled, "That's normal. Where were you guys playing just now? Keep going, let me see." After talking to him for a while, my lower body was already soft, so I pulled Jing's hand down and my left hand took the opportunity to climb up to her breast. Jing seemed uncomfortable with him watching me touch her, and she tried to block me with her arm, but couldn't stop me. She took a breath after I touched her left breast, and her right hand mechanically stroked my testicles. Seeing the instructor on the screen watching us intently, I became excited, and my right hand also went up and grabbed Jing's two testicles and rubbed them through her clothes. Jing was breathing softly, but didn't open her eyes. After touching her for a while, I said gently, "Take off your shirt." Before she could respond, my hands had already lifted the hem of her shirt. Jing was dazed and confused, and only raised her arms to cooperate when I pulled the shirt up to her armpits. She was wearing a black lace bra today, and the back clasp had been unhooked when we were flirting earlier. As soon as she took off her shirt, her chest was immediately exposed. I could see clearly through the small window. I don't know how smooth the feed was for the instructor's hands, or how much he saw, but I noticed that he seemed a little nervous, and his face seemed to be closer to the camera. He murmured, "Mmm... beautiful..." At this moment, Jing was half-naked, with only a half-undone bra loosely hanging on her shoulders. She was incredibly shy, covering both sides of the bra cups with one hand to prevent them from falling down, but instead creating a deep cleavage. I saw her staring intently at her reflection in the small window, her arms seemingly adjusting their position to best accentuate her breasts. I suspected she wasn't doing it on purpose, and a surge of jealousy, mixed with burning desire, made my lower body rise. I whispered in Jing's ear, in a voice only she could hear, "You slut, do you like letting Qiang-ge see your cleavage?" Jing hummed in response, grasping my glans with one hand and weaving the shaft between her labia. Her lower body was already soaked, and I felt her small hand constantly squeezing and kneading the sensitive area beneath my glans, while my shaft rubbed against the layers of tender flesh of her lower body, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me. I couldn't help but say, "Put it in," my voice rising slightly. Jing supported my thigh with one hand, slightly rising to align my glans with her lower body, and slowly sat down. We both groaned simultaneously from the feeling of fullness. The trainer clearly heard me, but the camera angle prevented him from seeing our genitals. Jing's bra was almost down, and he seemed impatient, finally saying, "Brother, let me see your wife's body." Hearing him ask this, completely disregarding her will and treating her like a sex toy, Jing involuntarily let out a low moan, her vagina contracting several times, sending a wave of pleasure through me. My heart was filled with mixed emotions… "Why should I listen
to you, let you see my wife naked…" "I'm really going to expose her to a strange man…" The instinctive resistance to another man humiliating his fiancée, mixed with the long-awaited, strange stimulation, made me both excited and anxious. But the situation didn't allow for much hesitation. My trembling hands reached for Jing's shoulders, and with a soft sigh, I removed the last covering from her perfect breasts. As soon as her hands emerged from her bra straps, Jing instinctively covered her nipples with her palms, but her delicate hands couldn't conceal the exquisitely rounded, undulating, lustrous peaks of her breasts, which were already fully visible to the man on the other end of the network. "Hmm, really beautiful, bigger than I imagined, and very round," the trainer said with a smile and an appreciative tone. "Little Jing, come here, let me see your nipples." Just hearing him order Jing around like that almost made my nose bleed.
Jing bit her lower lip, trembling slightly, hesitant. Beneath her hands, I could see two bright red nipples, erect and aroused. "Brother, tell your wife you like her showing me her nipples," the trainer demanded naturally. Being asked this by another man always made me feel humiliated and resistant, yet there was also a faint thrill… "Wife," I said hoarsely, my throat dry, "show them to him, I like it." Hearing me, Jing seemed to lose all strength; her hands fell limply to her sides, and her neck tilted back, leaning against my shoulder. At that moment, in the camera's view, from her collarbone down, a breathtakingly beautiful expanse of alluring spring scenery finally surrendered completely. My lower body involuntarily twitched several times, causing a tremor in Jing's vagina. "Hmm... the areolas aren't big, but the nipples are so perky. Looks like your wife's already quite excited," the trainer's tone was calm yet tinged with a hint of cunning. "Brother, it's a waste for you to see your wife's beautiful breasts all by yourself. Have you ever shown them to anyone else before?" Jing let out a barely audible moan, seemingly finding the trainer's words somewhat offensive, yet they also gave her a strange psychological stimulation. Besides me, only Xiaofeng and the trainer had seen Jing's breasts. I hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but speak up, "Yes, another man has seen them." Jing's body trembled, and she turned her head slightly, looking at me nervously. I chuckled and squeezed her hand to indicate that everything was alright. The trainer pressed on, "Oh? Was it also for online friends to see?"
I thought I couldn't very well tell you it was for her cousin, so I made up a story, "Yes," and as I spoke, my hands unconsciously grasped Jing's breasts. "Tell me about it," the trainer said, clearly intrigued.
“I only sent him photos, I didn’t let him see them on video,” that was the truth. “What did he say?”
“He said he’d never seen such beautiful breasts before,” I thought to myself that although Xiao Feng was flattering me, he might actually mean it. “Hmm, Xiao Jing’s breasts are indeed beautiful,” the trainer said admiringly, “I’d like to have a good touch and savor them sometime in the future, little brother, would you like that?” I felt a mix of conflicting emotions and excitement, a tightness in my chest, and a confused “hmm” in response. The trainer continued, “Xiao Jing, what would you say if your husband asked me to play with your breasts?” Jing blushed, hesitating for a long time before finally speaking. Although I was also feeling conflicted, I couldn’t help but let her hesitate, so I reached out and flicked her clitoris between her petals, eliciting a soft “hmm” from her, which sounded like an agreement. However, although Jing then pinched my hand, she didn’t clarify, seemingly playing hard to get, half-heartedly accepting. Seeing her enjoying herself, I felt a pang of jealousy mixed with delight at her enjoyment, which made me feel that I wasn't entirely being taken advantage of by the dominatrix. The dominatrix, hearing her reply, leered, "Then tell me, how do you like a man to play with your breasts?" To help the dominatrix keep Jing in the zone, I thrust my hips forward, making my penis slightly pound inside her. Although it wasn't very convenient for me to move while on the bottom, it still made Jing moan with pleasure. "Mmm...first...pinch my nipples...gently rotate them...then...hold them with your hands...rub them hard..." As she spoke, she gently stroked the two rosy tips of her full breasts with her palms, panting as she cupped her heavy breasts in her hands and began to knead them. The white, plump flesh squeezed out between her fingers, and intermittent moans escaped her lips. I was somewhat surprised by Jing's oblivion. My lower body instantly hardened to its limit, so I simply lifted myself up, arching Jing along with me, and thrust my penis deep into her wide-set buttocks. Jing had just managed to steady herself by supporting herself on the table when my thrust made her cry out. Her left hand suddenly went limp, and she typed a string of meaningless characters on the keyboard with her elbow. As she lowered her body, half of her face was exposed to the camera. At this moment, I was driven by lust, thinking, "Serves you right for being so horny just now. I'll let them see you more!" I didn't care and started thrusting wildly, my lower abdomen and the point where my waist and legs met slapping against Jing's tender buttocks, making familiar and lewd sounds of flesh colliding, accompanied by Jing's screams that were hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure. At this moment, through the small window, one could see that Jing's already quite full breasts appeared even larger due to their sagging. With the violent swinging of her body, she kept swinging back and forth, and the lower half of her oval face and her pearly lips were almost pressed against the camera. Her mouth, which usually carried a sweet smile, was now uncontrollably open into an O shape. The visual and auditory stimulation made even the usually composed trainer restless. He stared intently at the screen, muttering, "Xiao Jing's breasts are amazing...swinging so hard..." Suddenly, he stood up, revealing a pair of white panties. A noticeable bulge inside almost burst through the elastic fabric. He muttered, "Brother, make your wife kiss my crotch while you're fucking me." I was in the throes of passion, and in a moment of pleasure, I slapped Jing's snowy buttocks, saying, "Go, serve Brother Qiang!" Jing let out a soft moan, shaking her head as if unwilling, "No...don't..." Seeing her coyness, I relentlessly commanded, "Stop pretending, lick it for me!" With that, I thrust hard, feeling each stroke hitting a strange spot inside, rubbing my glans until it tingled. Jing mumbled a couple of indistinct moans amidst her screams, then forced out her small tongue and began to tease the screen, seemingly licking the trainer's penis along its bulging contours through his panties. Seeing Jing like this, my penis, which had already filled the walls of her vagina, seemed to swell even more. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping my penis tightly, as if every fold was being stretched open. With each thrust, I went as deep as possible, and soon Jing was trembling all over, her cries rising and falling, her voice growing increasingly dry. It was a poignant beauty, like the mournful cry of a cuckoo, yet also carrying an unspeakable lewdness. The instructor was clearly also aroused, one hand inside his underwear stroking himself, his words becoming even more unrestrained. "Brother, has your wife ever licked someone else's dick?" "Tell Brother Qiang," I deliberately didn't answer, objecting to Jing, "Have she ever licked a wild dick?" "...No..." Jing whispered. I thought to myself, she's lying, but I didn't call her out. "Want to lick a fresh one?" the instructor continued.
Jing hesitated for a moment without answering. Seeing this opportunity, I bent down, grabbed one of her plump, bouncing breasts, and squeezed it hard a few times, saying, "Say you want it!" Jing's face showed a seemingly distressed expression, and she whispered, "I want it..." "Then beg me to take off my pants and let you lick my cock," the instructor's tone suddenly became somewhat violent and authoritative. Jing covered my right hand that was rubbing her breast with one hand and squeezed it, letting me stimulate her in the way she needed most. She closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "No... I can't say it..." The more Jing acted like this, the more it aroused the man's desire to conquer.
"Brother, if your wife doesn't say it, don't let her feel good," the instructor said to me. I knew he was using my influence over Jing to discipline her, but I also felt that teaming up with an outsider to destroy my fiancée's defenses was so exciting. As if possessed, I pulled out most of my penis, leaving only the glans teasing Jing's vaginal opening. Jing lost her composure, moaning uncontrollably. She twisted her slender waist, offering her snowy buttocks to my penis. Intending to tease her, I deliberately avoided her penetration. Soon, her voice trembled with tears, "Give it to me..." "Please, Brother Qiang, lick my cock," I commanded with a sense of conquest. "No...don't bully me..." Jing shook her head, her voice both distressed and soft. I held her buttocks firmly with both hands, giving her a series of quick, shallow thrusts, only the head of my penis entering, like a dragonfly skimming the water, barely scratching the surface. In her struggle, Jing's restraint finally crumbled, and she squeezed out a few words, "Please...you..." "Say Brother Qiang!" I interrupted her.
"Please... Brother Qiang... ah... give me... your cock... lick it..." Jing's voice was barely audible at the end, overwhelmed by shame, she buried her head deeply. The trainer laughed loudly, pulled down his underwear, revealing a dark, menacing weapon, and adjusted the camera focus so that almost the entire screen was filled with a close-up of that penis. He continued, "Little Jing, come here, I'll let you lick it." Seeing the trainer naked in front of us, although looking at other people's things always felt a little awkward, at this moment it felt even more lewd. I grabbed Jing's long hair and roughly pulled her head up, making her look closely at the penis on the screen. Jing's expression was somewhat dazed, staring blankly as the trainer pulled back the foreskin, revealing the blunt, rounded glans. Her mouth was half-open, but she didn't move. "Wife, let me watch you lick his cock," I said, my voice laced with barely suppressed excitement, my lower body not slowing down at all. Jing seemed to wake from a dream, and then stuck out her tongue to lick again. At this moment, her face was very close to the screen, and I zoomed in on the window, making it appear as if the tip of her tongue was pointing at the sensitive spot below the glans of his penis. This made me feel as if I were personally experiencing the pleasure of being served by Jing's mouth and tongue, and I couldn't help but speed up my thrusting. I said in a panting voice, "Like how you usually lick, now lick Brother Qiang like that." Hearing me say this, Jing gave a soft moan, pouted her lips, and used her full red lips to stroke back and forth along the shape of the penis of the hand that was training her. After a while, she seemed to be aroused by herself, and then stretched out her tongue to tease the scrotum below, pretending to suck the two bulging scrotums with a smacking sound. She breathed and whispered, "So big..." Seeing Jing so wanton, my heart was already churning, and her words made me even more excited. I shouted, "Slut! Say it again!" and squeezed her buttocks hard and thrust into her with all my might. The instructor, panting, was stroking his penis on the other end, saying, "Xiao Jing, do you like licking my ****?" Jing turned half her face and glanced at me sideways, her face flushed with desire, "I like it... Husband... I like licking... Oh... Brother Qiang's... Ah... ****!" I frowned, closed my eyes, and frantically thrust a dozen times, then suddenly pulled out, pressed Jing down, grabbed her hair, and held my penis, spraying streams of hot semen onto her face. The instructor hurriedly said from the speaker, "Xiao Jing, open your mouth and catch it!" Jing opened her mouth wide, shouting with desire as I sprayed my fluids into her mouth. Several streams of white fluid slowly flowed down her beautiful cheeks and forehead... (Twenty-two)
Tonight, I was overly excited and had a thorough release, so by eleven o'clock I could no longer keep my eyes open. I went to bed early, and Jing was still clinging to me: "Husband, you're sleeping so early..."
"Hmm... I'm tired..." I replied perfunctorily with my eyes closed.
"Don't sleep!" Her little hands slipped under the covers, rubbing against my sensitive areas through my shorts. Normally, I would have pinned her down, but I was too tired to move and just let her be.
"Today... I'm so excited..." Jing simply put her hand inside my crotch, pressed her body against mine, and hummed shyly in my ear.
"What's wrong?"
She giggled, but then stopped talking, threw off the covers, and crawled into my arms.
I thought for a moment, opened my eyes, and looked at her with a smile, "Yeah, I got fucked by two men in one night, and even had online sex with a third man."
Hearing me say such blunt things, Jing buried her head in my arms, whimpering and refusing to lift her head.
"How about that, now you know how fun it is to play games, right? Before, when I told you to let loose, some people wouldn't listen." I lectured her smugly.
"It's all because you like it!" she said innocently. "I didn't get anything good out of you guys, you just got a good deal."
I laughed and said, "Damn! You got a good deal and you're still acting innocent! Don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself tonight?"
"No." Jing said, suppressing a laugh.
"Okay, then don't go to Xiaofeng's place anymore, and don't chat with that guy. " "
Hmph! I won't go!" Jing answered without thinking.
"That's fine too, I'll use you all by myself." I simply replied.
"Dream on!" Jing, in a rebellious mood, retorted without thinking, then opened her eyes wide and looked at me laughing. "Ah!" she screamed and pounced on me to pinch me. I quickly protected my vitals and resolutely fought back. The two of us laughed and joked...
"Okay, that's enough." Jing gradually lost ground, and I knew when to stop, so I hugged her again.
"Honey, let's go take wedding photos?"
To be honest, I wasn't really interested. A grown man being made to look like a monkey, posing in all sorts of ways…
"Okay…"
Jing completely ignored my perfunctory reply, lost in her daydreams: "Let's find a good photography company! Let's take outdoor shots in Sheshan."
"Hmm…"
"How many outfits do I need to change into?" Jing started counting on her fingers…
"Honey, don't sleep! Let's discuss this."
"Hmm? Oh…"
"Hey!"
"You decide!"
"It's like I'm forcing you!" Jing grumbled, but I couldn't hear her clearly anymore…
…
This morning, Helen arranged an interview. She did the first round herself, then called me to come for the interview.
"What's this person like?" I asked.
"Pretty good." She said, leading me into a small office and introducing the girl who came for the interview.
I had already reviewed the girl's resume. After a few pleasantries, I asked, "You graduated in 2006, and your first job lasted until April 2007. Why didn't you start your second job until July?"
The girl looked flustered when I asked this crucial question. I noticed Helen's fair face flush slightly as she stared intently at the resume; I knew she hadn't noticed this detail.
...
"Thank you!" I politely saw the applicant off and turned to Helen, saying, "She seems quite capable, but I don't think she's very stable. Do you have any other resumes?"
Helen nervously replied, hesitating, "Nothing particularly suitable, but Nikki at the front desk said she'd like to give it a try."
A thought struck me. Did she know about my relationship with Nikki? Although I liked Nikki, this kind of relationship was completely unsuitable for a superior-subordinate dynamic.
"Oh, I'll think about it. Could you please find some more candidates?" I said casually. Seeing that she was still a little uneasy, I softened my tone and asked, "Have you been very busy lately?"
"Um... a little." She seemed to appreciate the thoughtfulness in my tone and blurted out, "Anne has been asking me to update a lot of documents recently, and it's very urgent." After saying that, she seemed to realize that she shouldn't be talking about her boss with me, and immediately stopped talking.
I didn't hide anything and smiled, "You'd better tell me about your boss over lunch."
She was stunned for a moment before she understood what I meant, and her gaze immediately became unpredictable. She hesitated for a moment, "I have something to do at noon, how about another day?" After saying that, she nodded slightly to me and walked towards the HR department.
A chill ran through me. I thought, "You're really good at putting on airs, what's so great about you! I've slept with your face way too many times, tch... "
I returned to my office, feeling dejected, and dialed the front desk.
"What do you want?" Nikki's pleasant voice came through the receiver, which cheered me up a bit.
"You want to interview for my assistant position?"
"Yes! I had Helen ask for me."
"Why didn't you just ask me directly?"
"Um... I was afraid you wouldn't answer."
"Oh? Having someone else ask me guarantees a response?"
"No... please! Please!"
"But I don't really want to, we're in a superior-subordinate relationship!" I hesitated.
"Why?"
"We... well, we've gotten to that point." I thought to myself: You really don't understand?
"Hehe! Don't worry, I'll do my job well." She lowered her voice, as if covering the microphone with her hand, and said, "And I'll even wear a short skirt and stockings to dress up as an office lady for you~"
I hummed twice, both helpless and longing, "That's exactly what I'm worried about. Okay, let me think about it!"
"Mmmuuuaaa!" Nikki blew me a kiss: "You're so sweet!"
"Hey! I haven't said I agreed yet!"
Nikki chuckled and hung up.
I hung up, feeling both annoyed and amused, my mind conflicted. If she became my subordinate, how would I manage her?
I was busy for a while in the afternoon when the phone rang. Seeing it was Williams, I quickly answered, "Hello, Williams!"
"Hello, Don, how's things going in Xi'an?"
"The initial stages are almost done. How about I go for a week next week and arrange a few interviews?"
"Okay, tell Anne to have someone from HR go with you."
I had a sudden thought and said okay.
Actually, although Helen is good-looking, she's not necessarily much prettier than Nikki, but the first time I've encountered such a strange scene, and her current indifferent attitude, has made me somewhat worried.
After hanging up, I called Anne again and told her about the situation. She thought
for a moment and said, "How about letting Helen go?" I was overjoyed, but pretended to hesitate and said, "Um... has her training finished?"
Anne, always the kind of boss who's very protective of her own, quickly said, "Although she hasn't been here long, she's quite meticulous in her work. You should take her to train her!"
I chuckled inwardly and agreed, pretending to be a little reluctant.
That evening, I told Jing about my business trip next week, but I didn't expect her to be going to Hangzhou for a few days too.
"That's fine, anyway, my period is coming in a couple of days," Jing said with some relief, sticking out her tongue.
"We really don't waste a single day," I laughed.
That night, Jing was still chatting on QQ as usual. I was sitting on the sofa reading a book and asked, "Is Brother Qiang there?"
"I'm chatting with him right now!" Jing said a little embarrassed.
"Let me see what they're talking about," I said, making a move to get up.
"Hey..." Jing quickly covered the screen with her hand, turned her head and laughed, "Can't you give me some privacy?"
I laughed and said, "Damn, you're being so cheesy!"
Jing's face flushed slightly, and she got up and rushed into my arms in a few steps, "No, it's nothing! Just listening to other people's compliments and satisfying my vanity!"
I hugged her and asked with a smile, "What did he say to you?"
Jing chuckled, "Just those sweet words from men, I'll tell you about them later." Saying that, she actually jumped up and went back to chatting.
I shook my head and went back to reading my book.
...
This flight from Shanghai to Xi'an was a bit crowded. Helen and I got our tickets together, so we were in the same row, me in the aisle and her in the window. Actually, I prefer window seats, but I deliberately chose the aisle seat.
Seeing that she was carrying a suitcase that looked quite heavy and was struggling to lift it, I quickly took her arm and gestured for me to help. When a woman needs help, she naturally doesn't mind a little inappropriate physical contact.
I took it and exclaimed dramatically, "Putting bricks in here?" I held it up and carefully stuffed it into the overhead compartment.
She smiled a little sheepishly, "I'm going for a week, so I inevitably brought a little extra."
"You brought two pairs of shoes, right?" I sat down and teased her casually.
She chuckled, "Three pairs including my feet."
I laughed heartily, "You really are the epitome of womanhood."
Seeing my somewhat flippant tone, she smiled slightly and turned away without replying.
I changed the subject, and we looked at magazines and chatted, gradually becoming more comfortable with each other.
Not long after finishing our airplane meal, Helen seemed a little uneasy, and after a moment said, "Um... excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
I was secretly pleased with myself for my cleverness. I shrank back a little further into the seat, "Is this enough?"
I thought to myself, no woman would admit to being too fat to fit.
"Um..."
She had just reached for the seat in front of her when the woman in front of me cried out, "Ouch!" Apparently, she had grabbed someone's long hair.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Helen apologized repeatedly, but the man didn't say much.
Now she only dared to lightly hold onto the back of the seat, carefully moving one leg closer to my knee. She was wearing tight pants today, the elastic fabric tightly wrapping her small but perky buttocks and shapely thighs. I stared unabashedly at the shape of her buttocks, my gaze tracing the curves of her body beneath the pants, my lower body uncontrollably aroused.
This scene seemed familiar, and a thought flashed through my mind. Just as she was trying to squeeze her other leg through the narrow gap between my knee and the seat in front of her, the plane suddenly shook violently. Unable to use her hands, she let out a "yelp" and sat down on my lap. I recoiled in surprise, but my erect penis still instantly felt the tight pressure of her buttocks.
"The plane is experiencing some turbulence..." the flight attendant's voice came through the loudspeaker. My mind went blank: 'Why is it always like this?' Helen sat sideways on my lap, facing me, her hands gripping the seat on either side of my head. Her small, slightly upturned chin was so close to my face. Looking down, I saw a small patch of snow-white neck and chest...
Several fragments flashed through my mind, but in reality, they probably only lasted a second. She struggled to stand up, her ears turning red. "I'm sorry..." she said, then seemed unable to continue, hurriedly fleeing towards the restroom.
I sighed, leaning back in my chair, reliving the scene. It was exactly like our first encounter, and the key was that I was always in that awkwardly excited state. Oh, little brother, why can't you have some self-control? Although the thought of her fleshy lower body and shy demeanor also aroused me a little, I still shook my head with a wry smile.
When Helen returned, I deliberately stood up to let her pass. She seemed completely calm, though she had become quieter.
After landing and exiting the airport, Helen, who was visiting Xi'an for the first time, looked somewhat lost, dragging her suitcase. I pointed in the direction and said, "Take a taxi over there." She obediently followed me.
We chatted idly with the driver the whole way, carefully avoiding revealing two things: first, we were from Shanghai; second, we were completely unfamiliar with Xi'an. Anyway, I had been here recently, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I "frequently come for business."
We stayed at the Shangri-La again. After checking in, I said to Helen, "Get ready, we'll meet in the lobby, then we'll go to the office. Is fifteen minutes enough?"
Her expression seemed to say no, but she responded with a soft "yes."
When I saw her again, she had changed into a white turtleneck shirt, a striped black suit jacket, and a pencil skirt, with black high heels under her stockings. She looked impeccably professional, even the wrinkles on her suit jacket had been ironed out in a short time.
My eyes lit up: "The suit looks great." It was clearly fine wool, and the cut was perfect.
"Thank you!"
The two sat in the car in silence. From the side, the gap between the second and third buttons of her pure white shirt was slightly open, revealing a small piece of white lace fabric from her bra.
My lower body stirred again, and I thought: This woman really arouses my desire, but I don't know if I can make a move. Sigh! I should catch up with our lovely long-legged beauty, Jasmine, first!
(Twenty-three)
After arranging some work for Helen, I found a moment when no one was around and called Jasmine.
"Hello," Jasmine's voice came through the receiver .
"It's me," I laughed. She should be happy to hear my voice.
"Who?"
I immediately felt a little frustrated. "You can't even recognize my voice? Think again."
"Don?"
"Yes," I sighed.
"Oh... hello... why does it show you called from an internal extension?"
"I'm upstairs," I said with a smile, "I'm here on a business trip for a week."
"Oh," her voice was unexpectedly calm, perhaps it wasn't convenient with colleagues around?
"How about we have dinner together tonight?"
"Um... no... I have something to do tonight," she stammered.
My enthusiasm was immediately dampened, and I hesitated before saying, "Oh... uh... how about we go downstairs for coffee before I leave work?"
She seemed a little embarrassed too, "...okay."
...
Sitting across from Jasmine, I looked at her with mixed feelings.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked tentatively.
She lowered her head and sipped her latte, then said after a moment, "No."
I felt a pang of discomfort, "Then why won't you have dinner with me?"
"I have something to do tonight."
"Then tomorrow night is fine too."
She fell silent.
"Don't you like me anymore?"
Hearing my question, her eyes suddenly reddened, and although she smiled, it seemed more heartbreaking than crying.
Seeing her like this, my heart skipped a beat. I asked softly, "What's wrong?" and reached out to take her small hand.
She avoided my hand, took a deep breath, and stared at me before saying, "Since you left last time, you've only sent me five text messages, not a single call. Now you suddenly appear and ask me if I don't like you anymore?"
I suddenly realized what she meant, but was rendered speechless.
She continued, "I know you have many women, and I never had any illusions about possessing you, but I always thought you could spare some attention for me."
I wanted to defend myself, but everything I said seemed weak.
"I ask you, is it too much to ask that you call me often, or that I can call you when I'm lonely at night?"
I shook my head silently.
"Can you do that?"
I hesitated for a long time. "I can call you, but I have a girlfriend."
She smiled sadly. "I know, but you can't even lie to me or comfort me."
We sat in silence for a long time. "Let's go," she suddenly said.
"Okay, why don't you go first? Don't let your colleagues see us going up together."
"Okay."
Watching her long legs, still captivating me, disappear into the elevator, I knew I had lost her. Although fate is fleeting, a sense of guilt and loss lingered in my heart.
That night, alone in my hotel room, I had no desire to go out and seek pleasure. Lying on the bed with my arm as a pillow, I relived the passionate moments of my life in my mind, a mix of smiles and melancholy. My memory ended with the beautiful Jing. Suddenly, I missed her so much—only she truly belonged to me. Only in her presence could I not carefully hide my true feelings, lest it affect the probability of her sleeping with me.
I picked up my phone and dialed Jing's number. The ringing continued, making me, who had prepared to say "I love you" as the first thing, feel somewhat disappointed. After more than ten rings, I hung up the phone in a sullen voice.
...
The next evening, the boss of the Xi'an branch treated us to dinner. After getting half-drunk, a few young people suggested continuing the fun, and seven or eight men and women, laughing and joking, found a nightclub and got a booth. Seeing Helen sit down, I instinctively took the initiative and sat down next to her.
As the dice rolled, a bottle of VSOP soda was quickly devoured. I wasn't unaware that things were getting a bit out of control, but everyone was having so much fun, so let them drink. Helen had drunk quite a bit too, hehe.
She was wearing a cardigan today; her chest wasn't particularly large, but her soft curves were still very alluring. When she first arrived, her legs were tightly pressed together under her skirt, but after a few rounds, she wasn't so wary anymore. Even when I whispered a joke in her ear, she didn't mind at all.
Just as I was having a good time, my phone rang. Seeing it was Jing, I quickly stepped out from the crowd to answer. "Hello?"
Jing, hearing the noise in my background, started yelling, "Oh, so you're secretly playing by yourself while I'm gone?"
I laughed, "It's a company dinner, you didn't answer my calls last night."
"I didn't hear it, I was taking a shower."
"How's Hangzhou?"
"It's alright, we're having dinner with clients," Jing suddenly smiled, a mix of shyness and pride, "One of the clients' kids said I look like a celebrity."
"What does he want?"
"Just because someone compliments me doesn't mean they want something!" Jing said, dissatisfied, "It's not like you!"
I thought to myself, I know men better than you do. "Okay, I'll tell you when we get back."
"You jerk, you don't want to talk to me when you're having fun, huh?"
"No, it's too noisy, it's tiring to listen."
"Okay, okay, bye."
Back in the crowd, I saw it was only eleven o'clock, so I asked the waiter for another bottle of wine. We all drank, and I, emboldened by the alcohol, suggested we play a paper-tearing game. None of them understood, so I tore off a tissue and had a more outgoing girl on my right take it. I then reached over and tore off a piece. They laughed and said it was fun, so we played this game. I was initially worried Helen wouldn't participate, but seeing her laugh and remain silent, I was secretly pleased.
Since I initiated it, it naturally started with me. I said, "Turn left this time, which is Helen's side." When she heard me say that, she saw me with a piece of tissue in my mouth, looked at me with a slightly embarrassed expression for a while, and then cautiously brought her mouth closer. Although my eyes were looking elsewhere, I could see out of the corner of my eye that her cheek was only a few centimeters away from my lips, and a faint scent of perfume made me even more aroused. After a lot of effort, she managed to bite off a piece, but it was only about the size of a coin. The boy to her left pretended to come over and bite into it, and she immediately surrendered with a coquettish laugh, taking a sip amidst everyone's laughter and encouragement.
Round after round like this, after getting drunk, we took turns dancing. By the time the second bottle was empty, everyone was basically passed out. In my hazy memory, I only remember Helen passed out on the sofa, and me pointing at her while laughing with a few male colleagues… Later, I patted her and said, "Hey, wake up!" She waved her arms incoherently, saying nothing… Then I staggered and helped her into a taxi, slurring "Shangri-La" to the driver.
Alcohol really does embolden women. Seeing Helen's bleary eyes, I gently nudged her, and she leaned weakly against my shoulder. I put an arm around her somewhat bony shoulder and, with the car's jolts, lightly kissed her forehead. It was the first time I'd been so intimate with her, and I felt a long-held satisfaction. She suddenly mumbled, "You're so annoying," and weakly pushed me away. Hearing a hint of coquettishness in her tone, I was overjoyed. Instead, I lifted her chin and leaned down to kiss her lips. She struggled for a moment, but I held her tightly, preventing her from escaping. Her body went limp, allowing me to taste her lips, though she remained silent, refusing to let my tongue penetrate. Even so, I was still overjoyed by her
kiss. This was, of course, the perfect opportunity to press my advantage. I teased her with my tongue, freeing my left hand to grasp her small hand. Seeing she didn't flinch, I took the opportunity to run my hand up her upper arm. Even through the fabric, I could feel its soft warmth. I deliberately let my thumb brush against her breasts, then subtly move it away, squeezing out her space to maintain her composure without giving her enough reason to object. Normally, this movement would be more pronounced, but judging from her current state, she shouldn't be sober enough to react violently. And indeed, that was the case. Actually, I was about seven-tenths drunk myself, but my male instincts still told me what to do.
Seeing that she didn't move, I continued kissing her to distract her, while boldly using the palm of my hand next to my thumb to stroke half of her breast. Even through the padding, I could vaguely feel its delicate beauty. She felt my movement and tried to block me with her hand, but I had already moved my hand away. Seeing that she still didn't react strongly, I simply went back and firmly grasped her left breast. She let out a cry and tried to pull her head away, but I held her tightly, preventing her from escaping. Her small hands weakly pushed against me, but she couldn't escape from my wanton kneading of her breasts. Seeing that she struggled but didn't get angry, perhaps because she was too drunk, I was about to tease her a bit when I heard the driver coldly say, "We've arrived." Only then did I realize that the car had stopped in front of the hotel. I immediately sobered up a bit, paid the fare somewhat awkwardly, and struggled to help Helen out of the car.
With my help, she staggered into the hotel. I felt the strange looks from the staff and receptionist. I put my arm around her and went into the elevator, pressing my room's floor without asking her.
"I don't stay... seventh floor," she said, her head resting on me. I knew she would collapse if I didn't support her.
"I know," I smiled smugly, gently kissing her forehead.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, but she gently pulled away from me, swaying and leaning against the wall inside, shaking her head and saying, "I'm not going..."
I didn't let her say more, grabbing her and pulling her out, saying gently, "Don't let the hotel staff laugh at us. Don't worry, I definitely won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."... Of course, it would be seduction, not rape...
I coaxed and tricked her into the room, a sense of triumph welling up inside me as I closed the door. I
turned around and gently pushed her against the wall, grabbing her hands and pinning them to her sides. She turned her head away from me, but I kissed her without warning. Her lips trembled, and I seized the opportunity to kiss her neck. She groaned and turned her head back, only to be caught red-handed. Our breathing became heavy as we intertwined. I slipped one hand under her skirt, and she tried to stop me, but I couldn't resist her force. My hand moved slowly and firmly towards her buttocks. The plump flesh fell into my palm, and my sense of conquest grew stronger. I kissed her roughly while simultaneously grasping her breast with my other hand.
"No..." she struggled, briefly pulling away from my lips, only to be met with my kiss again...
"No... you... mmm... I'll call for help!" Normally I might have been scared, but now I was incredibly brave. Hearing her say that, I laughed instead. I slowed my movements, then suddenly bent down and scooped her up, carrying her to the bed.
"You... what are you doing... put me down!" She tugged at my clothes, twisting and trying to escape, but ultimately didn't shout.
I gently laid her down on the bed, pressing down on her before she could roll away. I stared at her with a wicked grin and said, "Go ahead and scream."
She was still half-asleep, glancing at me sideways as she bit her lower lip, her expression unreadable, her chest rising and falling slightly. "Is this how you usually bully girls?"
I heard no disgust in her tone, so I leaned closer to her face and smiled. "Does anyone usually dare to bully you like this?"
"No!" she blurted out without batting an eye.
“You look so charming when you’re angry,” I teased… “You can’t keep that long face anymore, can you?”
She was momentarily taken aback, choked on her words, and before she could speak, I looked into her eyes and said softly, “I like you.”
She glanced at me, then turned her face away, saying, “You say that to every girl, do you think I don’t know?”
I was secretly pleased; she hadn’t said she didn’t like me, but she was expressing that she couldn’t believe I was truly sincere.
“I don’t take every girl back to my hotel room,” I said, teasing the back of her hand with a light kiss, “Don’t you think you’re very attractive?”
“Can you honestly say there’s nothing between you and Nikki?” she asked coldly, looking at me.
I was speechless for a moment, then asked, "What did she say to you?"
"She said you're a womanizer and told me to ignore you."
I suddenly realized why she had always been so aloof towards me; someone had been undermining my relationship. I couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, she said that to you? And then you deliberately sat on my lap on the plane?"
She widened her eyes and said, "I didn't!!"
I laughed, "I'll let you assume it was an accident the first time on the subway, but it can't be a coincidence the second time, right?"
She said urgently, "I...you...I'm not as shameless as you!"
I said shamelessly, "Fine, then I'll show you how shameless I can be," and pressed down on her, kissing her passionately.
"Mmm..." She struggled and twisted, but her breasts instantly surrendered to my hands, and my knees forced her thighs apart. My lower body rubbed, bumped, and teased her mons pubis through her clothes... Unexpectedly, she began to kiss me back, and her hands, instead of pushing me away, grabbed my hair. A surge of heat coursed through me; I knew she'd finally taken the bait. I continued kissing her while reaching to unbutton her clothes. Before I'd even finished, I impatiently pulled down her bra, revealing most of her breasts. Her most intimate area was suddenly exposed before me, and she involuntarily closed her eyes. The next moment, that rosy nipple was in my mouth. She trembled, took a deep breath, and her hands, which had been gripping my hair, immediately loosened, resting lightly on my neck.
I tasted her nipple, my hands continuing their work, unbuttoning her clothes and then unhooking her bra. I took a quick look at her breasts; they weren't large, but the skin was smooth, the nipples light-colored and perky. Without lingering to look, I buried my face in those soft mounds of flesh, exploring them thoroughly. With her upper body undone, my right hand slipped between her legs, and through her thin panties, I touched the cleft, causing her to squeeze her legs together and let out a soft moan. I could hear the pleasure in her voice, so I deliberately teased her clitoris and vaginal opening, and soon I felt the fabric becoming slightly damp. Afraid she wasn't fully open, I parted her panties and teased her delicate petals until my penis was slick with moisture.
Seeing the time was right, I lifted her two soft, pink legs, pulled down her panties, and quickly unzipped my own pants. She silently let me do as I pleased, her eyes half-open, I couldn't tell if she was looking at me. Afraid she might suddenly wake up and object, I didn't even have time to take off my shirt before rushing back to her, but due to the alcohol, I couldn't get an erection after a few tries.
I felt anxious, so I took her hand and let her hold my penis. The delicate touch felt incredibly good, but she just held it without moving. I wanted her to use her hands or her mouth, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Just then, she spoke softly, "Stop fooling around, let's go to sleep..."
I was incredibly unwilling, but I couldn't object at that moment. I sighed inwardly, rolled off her, and pulled the covers over ourselves, wrapping ourselves in them.
"I drank..." I murmured, feeling somewhat humiliated.
"Serves you right," she chuckled gently against my chest.
"Nikki said a lot of bad things about me, didn't she?"
"Yeah, she said you have a lot of women."
"Then why were you so affectionate with me today?" I reached out and pinched her waist, teasingly.
She snorted, and after a while said, "But then she told me she wanted to apply to be your assistant, and I realized she was just afraid I liked you, so she deliberately said bad things about you in front of me."
I thought to myself, female friendship really is... well, you know. But I finally understood why this woman accepted me today, even though it was aided by alcohol.
After lying there for a while and exchanging a few words, I got up and took a shower. On my way back wrapped in a towel, I remembered that my phone was still on. I picked it up and saw a text message from Jing at 12 o'clock: "Honey, I'm drunk. A handsome guy said he'd take me back to the hotel." I felt a pang of unease and a bit irritated, but I immediately started fantasizing again...
...Will Jing be taken advantage of by someone else... just like what I did to Helen tonight... Will she be dizzy and kissed, with a man's hand reaching inside her clothes to touch her round and tender breasts... or even tricked into bed and stripped naked, her beautiful flesh exposed to his gaze, possessed in a powerless struggle, becoming a proud chapter in another man's history of lust...
Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly realized that my lower body was already erect. I turned to look at Helen, who was sleeping soundly under the covers, threw down my phone, went over and lifted the covers...
(Twenty-four)
Helen was naked under the covers. With a chill as the covers were lifted, she opened her eyes with a cry and was instantly pinned down by me. A shower of kisses fell on her face and neck, which she awkwardly accepted… My lips moved lower and lower, finally taking her tender nipple into my mouth, gently nibbling it with my teeth. It was plump and tender, like a small dumpling in sweet rice wine, teased by my tongue, eliciting a moan from her. Lost in passion, I grasped my penis in one hand, and after a few thrusts between her labia, I found the secret passage and slowly pushed it in.
“Gently… gently…” she frowned, her hands gripping my waist.
I carefully penetrated deeper, little by little. When the entire length was inside her, feeling the tightness of being completely enveloped, her soft moan made me look closely at the woman beneath me, my heart filled with a sense of conquest.
…My list of conquests has grown again… How many… eleven, or twelve… I’ll
count later…
I’m not a selfish person in bed; pleasure is doubled when shared. I kissed her gently, my lower body moving in and out slowly, giving her ample time to adjust.
"That's enough..."
The initial stiffness gradually turned into a smooth, slippery sensation, and her focused breathlessness unconsciously transformed into soft moans.
I increased the frequency and intensity, savoring the difference between her vagina and Jing's through the pleasure transmitted from my penis. Jing's vagina was petite, slightly shallow and tight. Hers, on the other hand, was deep and secluded, with a similar feeling of being enveloped, but her vagina felt as slippery as honey, making my penis tingle slightly with each powerful thrust—an indescribable pleasure.
The sensations of two people during sex are often interconnected. She closed her eyes, panting, and after a trembling sound, mumbled, "So good..."
Although it was just a soft remark, this unintentional confession was a tremendous encouragement to me. My heart surged with passion, and I teased and stimulated her with varying degrees of intensity, culminating in a sudden, unexpected thrust. As the technique escalated into the purest carnal collision, her eyes widened, she gripped my arm tightly, and stared into my eyes with a complex expression. With each physical union, sexual passion flooded her mind.
This woman, just hours before, was my innocent colleague, but now I had stripped her naked, allowing my genitals to freely penetrate her most private and tender parts. The thought alone was unbearable… “Say ‘fuck me!’” I commanded breathlessly.
“…Fuck…me…” Her expression was indistinguishable between pain and pleasure, but when a woman is beneath a man, obedience becomes instinct.
I am usually very careful, but for some reason, at this moment I wanted to completely possess this woman, in the most primal, instinctive way.
“Let me cum inside you, okay?” I asked gruffly.
She kept her eyes closed and didn’t answer.
"Is it good?" I repeated the question, the pleasure in my lower body reaching its peak...
Still no answer, but she showed no intention of pulling away; this tacit consent was enough.
I bit her neck, all my desire transforming into an irresistible explosion of pleasure. With a muffled roar, I ejaculated into her body in gushes. She seemed to sense it too, clinging tightly to me and whispering in my ear, "Give it to me...give it to me!"
From that moment on, she was inside me.
She had received my man's seed.
It felt so satisfying.
I was still burying my head in the pillow, panting heavily, a triumphant smile already welling up inside me.
The woman, newly conquered, possessed a tender, yet trembling quality. She nestled softly in my arms, remaining silent for a while as I gently caressed her. Suddenly, she said, "So tired… Can I sleep here for now? I'll go back to my room tomorrow morning… I'm so lazy, I don't want to go out…"
I chuckled, "You didn't want to come two hours ago, and now you don't want to leave?"
Seeing that I didn't seem impatient, she seemed relieved, pouting, "Tch, look how smug you are."
I grinned mischievously, "This beautiful woman I've been longing for sleeps with for so long, and she's letting me plant my seed inside her. How could I not be smug?"
She let out a soft moan, pinching me lightly. We laughed and joked, a sweet atmosphere drawing our hearts closer.
…
The next day at work, although I tried my best to hide it, the occasional glances she gave me still made me involuntarily smile. At lunchtime, when no one was around, I secretly handed her a box of emergency contraceptives I'd bought. She blushed and clutched it tightly in her hand.
However, I hadn't forgotten the unexpected stimulation Jing had given me last night. I was increasingly curious whether Jing had been taken advantage of by others while I was conquering other women.
Finally, just before I was about to leave work, I found a moment to call Jing from outside.
"Hey, wait a minute," came Jing's slightly embarrassed voice through the receiver, followed by the hollow echo of her high heels on the marble floor. "Okay."
"What, is it inconvenient?"
Jing chuckled. "Yeah."
"Afraid someone will hear?" "
Clients, of course."
"What, can't your boyfriend call?"
"I'm afraid he'll get jealous," she giggled.
Upon hearing this, I feigned anger and said, "Damn it, who's jealous? Why should I be?"
Jing said smugly, "I'm quite popular here..."
"Tsk tsk... By the way, what happened last night? Did you do anything bad behind my back?"
Jing chuckled, seemingly a little embarrassed, "
I'll tell you when I get back." Seeing her hesitate, my heart churned, and I quickly pressed, "Were you taken in by someone?"
Jing scolded, "What? You're just talking nonsense!"
Hearing her denial, I felt a little relieved, but also a little disappointed. "Oh, then what?"
"I'm not telling you. Call me tonight if you want to hear!"
I considered how to make time for her that evening. "Okay."
"I'm going back now, bye." After
work, I had dinner with Helen. I told her I had something to rush and would go to her room later, and she agreed without hesitation. Hehe, strike while the iron is hot.
I dialed Jing's number as soon as I got back to my room, but no one answered. I dialed twice, but it was the same each time, so I just took a shower.
Imagining Jing's story from last night, I got incredibly hard while washing myself.
On the third try, it finally connected.
"Honey..." Jing called out sweetly, "Let me tell you in bed later," I heard the rustling of clothes and her languid moans. "Okay, all done..."
"In bed?"
"Yes."
"Are you dressed?"
"Um...just wearing underwear."
My mind immediately conjured up Jing's half-naked, snow-white body, the friction of her sensitive skin against the blankets, her two pink legs tightly intertwined...
"You little slut, why are you making yourself so sexy when your husband's not around?"
"To seduce men," Jing said, laughing to herself.
Caught off guard by Jing's words, I was stunned; I hadn't expected her to be so bold.
"Damn, you got aroused last night, didn't you?" I probed.
Jing gave a drawn-out "Mmm," and said in a seductive voice, "Honey, you don't know... I was teased so hard...
It was so difficult to keep it from you..."
Hearing this, my nose almost bled, and my lower body immediately bulged in my pants. "Tell me about it."
"Do you really want to hear me being teased by other men, honey?" Jing knew my fetish perfectly well and didn't miss the chance to tease me.
"Mmm," I said heavily, my breath already heavy.
Jing's voice seemed to tremble slightly. "Why do you want to hear it?"
"I like it when other men tease you... Tell me how they seduce you, take advantage of you, one move at a time. It's more exciting than me doing it myself," I said, getting aroused myself, feeling my mouth dry and my voice hoarse.
Jing sighed softly on the other end of the phone, "You're such a pervert... Okay... Last night we had dinner and drinks with clients, and there was this handsome young man, the one who said I looked like a movie star, who sat next to me the whole time and drank with me..."
"How old was he?" I interjected.
"Actually... he was probably only a year or two younger than me... He was quite good-looking, a bit like Louis Koo," Jing smiled and continued, "Later on, another girl and I got a little tipsy, and he offered to take us home... I felt a bit... something was off, but I was really drunk... So he took the other girl home first, and then took me to the hotel..."
"Did he touch you in the car?"
"No..." Jing seemed to recall for a moment, "He acted quite gentlemanly in the car... When we got there, I said I could get in myself, but he wouldn't let me, saying I was too drunk and he'd help me up."
"So cliché," I interjected, somewhat disdainfully but also expectantly.
"I'm not very steady on my feet, so I didn't insist, and..." Jing paused, drawing out the last syllable.
"And what?" I knew there was something fishy going on here and asked.
"Don't be angry... I don't know why, maybe drinking really does make you lose control... I was a little curious, wanted to see what he would do to me..." Jing's voice trailed off as she spoke, finally chuckling shyly.
"Damn! What else could it be?" I cursed, but inside I was thrilled. Jing had become so wanton.
Hearing no anger in my voice, Jing continued sweetly, "I don't know why, I just suddenly had an impulse... He helped me into the elevator, and then naturally and gently put his arm around me... I felt weak all over, and my heart was pounding." "
The elevator seemed to go on for a long time... Then the doors opened, and he still had his arm around me, asking which room I was staying in. Luckily I had been drinking, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to say anything..."
"Then I told him my room number, and he led me to the door and asked me to open it. At that point, I got a little scared, thinking I couldn't do anything to betray him."
"Damn, you seduced him, and now you're backing down?" I laughed and scolded.
"I didn't, he did it on his own initiative..."
"Okay, okay, continue."
"I was taking the room key and saying I didn't need to take you back, but he ignored me, took the key, opened the door, and half-pushed, half-dragged me into the room... As soon as the door closed, he hugged me and kissed me..." Jing's voice trembled slightly as she cleared her throat and continued, "I tried to avoid him and even pushed him, but he was so strong, I couldn't push him away no matter what..."
My heart was pounding as I listened. This was practically a replica of last night's story in my room, except the female protagonist was my fiancée, and the male protagonist was another man. "Did you kiss him?"
"...We kissed...but not like a kiss...I kept dodging..."
"Did he touch you?"
"He wanted to touch my breasts...I didn't let him..."
"You didn't let him touch you, so you didn't?"
"Um...no...he started touching my...thighs..." Jing described it like squeezing toothpaste, which only made me feel a thrill as I gradually uncovered the truth.
(25)
"You let him touch you?"
"I couldn't stop him...and...he kept insisting on touching me while desperately saying he liked me, that he'd wanted to be intimate with me for a long time...I...I just lost all strength when I heard that..."
I thought to myself, women are really stupid. At this point, what would a man say if you asked him to? "Were you wearing pants or a skirt yesterday?"
"Pants."
"How did it feel when he touched you?"
"So scared...but also a little bit exciting..."
"You slut...you let him touch your butt, did you also touch your pussy?"
"No...I didn't let him touch me...I wasn't on my period..." Jing said a little embarrassed.
I suddenly understood. "No wonder. What happened next?"
"After a while, I came to my senses and pushed him away forcefully. I told him I was engaged and couldn't do this... He tried to hug me at first, but seeing how determined I was, he finally left, looking quite dejected." Jing sighed. "He even sent me several text messages that night."
I thought to myself that he was just unlucky to have chosen the wrong time; otherwise, who knows what might have happened. "What did he say?"
"He said he missed me... You never send me text messages like that." Women always make these kinds of comments for no apparent reason.
I gave a noncommittal hum. "Wouldn't it be awkward if you saw him at work today?"
"Of course... He was still right next to me when you called this afternoon."
"No wonder it was so inconvenient! Damn, he should be avoiding me, why is he sneaking around to call me!"
Jing chuckled. "Okay, that's enough!"
I changed to a sly tone. "Tell the truth, were you tempted last night?"
Jing hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat shyly, "A little bit..."
"If he had insisted, would he have touched your breasts?"
Jing's breathing became heavier. "I don't know..."
"Definitely... Just imagine him putting his hand inside your clothes and rubbing your nipples."
Jing breathed softly on the other end of the phone.
"Was it comfortable?" I deliberately remained vague, not specifying what was comfortable.
"...So comfortable..."
"Do you want him to take off your clothes one by one and see your naked body?"
"Oh no...it's so embarrassing..."
"Do you want him to pin you down, his hard penis pressing against you?"
"Ah...don't say that, honey...I want to..."
"Want what?"
"Want to...press against..."
"Press against by whom?"
"By him..."
"And then?" "
I don't know...honey, you're so naughty..."
I chuckled inwardly, but my tone held an undeniable authority. "Say it."
"Ah...to be slowly...penetrated...oh..."
"Are you wet?"
"It's wet..."
"Touch down there yourself."
A rustling sound came from beside her ear. "Oh..." Jing involuntarily let out a moan filled with desire.
"Do you want him to fuck you?"
"Yes..."
"If he knocked on your door now, would you let him in?"
"Yes..."
"Why would you let him in?"
"...Whatever he wants to do...let him do whatever he wants..."
"You slut, you're letting him fuck you for free," I said, deliberately humiliating her.
"I don't care...as long as he can satisfy me..." Jing was completely aroused.
"What's his name?"
Jing hesitated slightly. "I'll call him Xiao Xu."
"Close your eyes and touch yourself with your hand, saying 'Xiao Xu fuck me' as you touch yourself," I commanded.
"Mmm...Xiao Xu...fuck me..."
"Is my dick big?" I said, deliberately using someone else's tone.
"So...so good..."
"You wouldn't let me touch you last night, how come you let me today?"
"Last night...who told you to leave...if you really wanted it...I would have given it to you then..."
I felt a surge of excitement. "If I had known, I would have done it to you last night. I'll do it to you all night, okay?"
Jing let out a soft moan and said wantonly, "Come on...do it to me..."
"Do you want me to give you his email address? I'll anonymously send him some nude photos of you." I suddenly had a whimsical idea.
"No...would you agree..." Jing said breathlessly.
"I just want him to see my wife naked." I was already driven by lust. I'd prefer Jing to be taken advantage of by some other man right now. "Or you can send him a text message now, seduce him, and see if he'll come and fuck you."
"Ah...that goes without saying...he'll definitely come right away..."
"Then try it." I couldn't control myself and continued, my mind filled with those lewd scenes.
"No, I'm on my period, otherwise I'll have him come over... Honey, stop teasing me... I really want to..." Jing's voice was sickeningly sweet, panting as she spoke...
"Haha, then I won't talk to you anymore."
"You're so naughty! You've made me so excited," Jing said plaintively.
"Why don't you go online and chat with Brother Qiang?" I said with a wicked smile.
Jing snorted and didn't say
anything; I knew she was tempted. "Okay, tell me what you talked to Brother Qiang about tomorrow."
"I won't tell you!"
I hung up the phone and went straight to Helen's room, still hard. Jing's story made me desperately need a woman.
After a short wait after knocking, she appeared through the crack in the door, wearing a white hotel bathrobe. I pushed the door open and hugged her without
saying a word. "Why are you so..." she began, but her words were cut off by my kiss. She struggled symbolically for a moment before collapsing into my arms, letting me loosen my belt and fondle her as I pleased.
After a passionate kiss, I pulled my hands away from her back, a half-smile playing on my lips. I gently pressed her shoulders down, and she bit her lip, staring at me. "What are you doing?"
I looked back defiantly, applying a little more pressure.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lunged at me, saying, "No…"
I whispered in her ear, "Don't tell me you can't."
"I… don't like it…
" "You'll like it after a while," I chuckled, pushing her away and forcing her to squat down. I unzipped my pants…
She looked somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, but couldn't retaliate. She watched helplessly as I pulled down my underwear, then instantly turned her face away.
I held her smooth face with one hand, turning her back to me, and with the other, I grabbed my penis and brought it to her moist red lips. After a few rubs, she finally opened her mouth and reluctantly took the glans in. Seeing her finally submit, I felt a surge of pleasure. I cupped her head in my hands and gently brought it towards my lower body, savoring the awkward service of her mouth and tongue. Looking at her pitiful expression as she tried to please me, I realized she didn't actually need to do such a degrading thing, but being conquered made her instinctively submit to me—that psychological satisfaction was priceless…
Last night we lasted for over two hours, and the way Helen begged for mercy at the end made me feel incredibly aroused, a lewd smile creeping onto my lips.
I opened my email; the first message was from Nikki, "How was your business trip with Helen? Did you have a great time?" I couldn't help but smile, thinking how she would react if she knew I'd already slept with her.
I read a few more messages, and one was from Jing this morning: "He said he's in Hangzhou, how about we meet this weekend?" At first glance, it seemed a bit nonsensical, but after a moment I realized Jing must be talking about Qiang Ge, and a rush of heat shot through me. Meet? What would happen at the meeting? I could guess with my dick. Let Jing go see him alone? No, I'm not comfortable with that. Maybe I should go over this weekend too… What activities will Qiang-ge have planned? What can I conspire with Qiang-ge to do? Countless fantasies jumped around in my mind… It took me a while to realize that my face was flushed and I was spacing out. I looked around guiltily, thankfully no one was paying attention.
I awkwardly went out, took out my phone and dialed Jing's number.
"Hello?" Jing's voice was lazy.
"You mean Qiang-ge?"
"Who else but him?" There was a hint of teasing in Jing's voice, that's how Chongqing girls are.
I ignored it, "How are we meeting?" I skipped over the question of whether we'd meet or not, to avoid any complications at this crucial point.
"Who said we were going to meet him?" After all, we'd been together for so long, Jing quickly saw through my little trick.
I chuckled. "Why would you email me if I don't see you?"
Jing, caught off guard, retorted, "I was just testing you. I don't want to see this jerk!"
"Oh, really... oh, I was wrong," I said seriously, suppressing a laugh. "I wasn't mentally prepared either."
Jing paused, then blurted out, "Whatever! Don't regret it! I'm off to get to work."
I sensed a hint of disappointment in her voice and deliberately hesitated, "Hmm... maybe I should think about it some more, and we can talk again tonight."
"Okay," he said, offering Jing a way out, and she readily agreed.
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