professional nanny

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The old lady was sick for ten days and couldn't take care of herself after being discharged from the hospital. She asked me to help her find a caregiver. I had never done this before, so I ran around to several employment agencies and looked at more than ten caregivers, but none of them were suitable. It wasn't that I was picky, but I just didn't like the look of them. I figured we'd be living together in the future, and if they were too ugly, I wouldn't feel comfortable looking at them. Two or three days passed, and a caregiver still hadn't come. The old lady got a little anxious and told me not to be too picky and to just find anyone. I was about to give up too. After packing up, I was about to leave, determined to hire whoever was the first caregiver I met.
When I arrived at the employment agency, the first person I saw was a middle-aged woman, about thirty-five years old. She was dressed very simply, but she was quite tall and full-figured, about 1.7 meters tall even in flat shoes, with a high chest. She looked very plain. To be honest, I liked her at first sight because she looked clean and reassuring. "A caregiver?" I asked as I walked up to her. "Hmm."
She glanced at me and nodded. "Do you have experience? Taking care of patients?" I asked her in detail, because taking care of elderly patients isn't something an ordinary caregiver can do; you need to pay more and find someone experienced and patient. "Yes, I've taken care of an elderly lady with heart disease before." She looked at me confidently. "Great, the landlady has heart disease." I thought to myself, "Just one elderly lady, 400 yuan a month, room and board included, and a bonus at the end of the month if you do well, want to go?" I told her the conditions the landlady had told me. "Okay, when do I start?" "Come with me now." I was in a hurry; I had a huge pile of laundry that hadn't been washed yet. "Okay." She seemed really experienced; she agreed immediately, packed her things, and stood in front of me.
We took a taxi home. As soon as we arrived, the landlady was very satisfied, immediately giving me a month's salary of 400 yuan, then 100 yuan for groceries. After making her bed, it was officially my first day of work. I was happy to go back to my own shop and do my work. Since the nanny arrived, I've felt much more relaxed. Firstly, the old lady no longer needs my care, and secondly, the nanny is very diligent, promptly doing laundry and cooking, and keeping the house very clean. After about two weeks, once we got to know each other, she often came over to help me with the laundry and even cooked for me. I thought this was a good arrangement, so I told the landlady that I would eat with them, paying for the groceries while the nanny cooked. Everyone agreed, and that was it.
When I first hired the nanny, I didn't look at her closely, but now that we've been together longer, I've had time to observe her more closely, and I've discovered that she's actually quite attractive. Her skin is slightly dark, but her face is pretty, her hair isn't long, and she's about 1.7 meters tall. Her breasts are large and high, but they don't sag; when she bends over to do laundry or cook, you can see two large, heavy mounds swaying in front of her, which is quite attractive. Her buttocks are also large and round, slightly upturned.
To be honest, looking at her from behind gave me a strong urge to pin her down and have my way with her, but I was too embarrassed, since she was my neighbor, and I felt a little awkward about it. Occasionally, when we ate together, I'd sit next to her, rubbing my leg against her thigh, my arm sliding across her chest, taking advantage of her a little, and she never seemed to notice anything unusual, just laughing it off. Since I stayed at the shop at night, separated from the shop by only a door, I sometimes thought how nice it would be if I could see her showering when I went to the bathroom at night. Even if she didn't do anything, just having a glimpse of her would be nice. Hehe~ But honestly, those opportunities were rare, because she's quite shrewd and has a strong sense of self-protection. Every time she showered, she would lock both the bathroom door and my door very tightly, and when she washed her underwear, she would carefully hang it to dry in her own room, trying her best not to expose her privacy to me.
But one day, I discovered her secret. Regardless of the weather, she would go out for two hours every weekend afternoon, and then come back humming a song, all the while showering, changing clothes, and cooking exceptionally delicious meals. When the old lady asked her, she would say she wanted to treat herself to something nice on the weekend. But I wasn't as naive as the old lady; I immediately figured something was wrong—she was definitely out "studying her homework." You see, at thirty-five, she was in her prime; she'd be bored to death if she didn't come out a few times a week. The only problem was, I didn't know who the man was. So I had an idea: I would follow her and see which wild man she was fooling around with.
Another weekend arrived, and it was time for her to "hand in her homework" again. After lunch, she helped the old lady bask in the sun for a while. After putting the old lady down for a nap, she came over to greet me and told me she was going out to buy groceries to improve our meals, asking me to watch the shop. I readily agreed. Then, watching her leave happily, I immediately closed the shop and followed this nanny to see what she was up to.
I followed her, and she turned left and right on the main road until she reached a small alley. I noticed there were many single-story houses here, and it was quite secluded. In front of each house, there were piles of cabbages and broken iron pots, indicating it was a place where farmers and laborers lived. I held my nose and followed her to a large gate painted red. She was probably too happy to notice that I was only a few meters away from her. After watching her go inside, I looked around the gate for the best vantage point. After searching left and right, I found a pile of bricks, quite high, which I figured I could climb up and see into the yard.
I pushed the brick stack and found it quite sturdy, so I climbed up and half-crawled over to look into the yard. This small courtyard was rather secluded, and the walls were quite high. The people inside probably hadn't noticed someone climbing over the brick stack to peek in; they hadn't even drawn the curtains. A man, probably not yet forty, lay on the kang (heated brick bed) inside, very thin and frail, like a Taoist priest. The nanny came in and sat on the kang, looking at him tenderly, reaching out to touch his face. He seemed to be her old flame.
"How much did you earn this month?" The man seemed to know her well, his first question being about her income. "Four hundred in salary, didn't I give it to you after that? They said there's a hundred bonus next week, I'll bring it to you then," the nanny answered cautiously. "Didn't I tell you? Keep some for yourself when you buy groceries. What can you do with just this salary and bonus? The child's tuition hasn't been paid yet!" I immediately understood; he was her husband, and apparently they had a child in school. "No way, how could I do that? That old lady is so good to me, she feeds me well, and even buys me clothes. How could I possibly take her money? That would be heartless!"
The nanny seemed to have a kind heart, refusing her husband's offer. *Slap!* I was startled. I saw the man get up from the bed and slap the nanny across the face. "What the hell are you pretending to be, you're serving her, aren't you? Taking some money is only right." "Don't say that, I definitely can't take her money. Besides, can't a grown man like you find something to do? My meager monthly salary isn't enough, and you smoke so much, it's such a waste of money." The nanny covered her face with her hands, still stubbornly replying. "You damn slut, you refuse to take money when you're a nanny, and you won't go when Lao Wu says he'll take you to sell yourself. Going would have been so much better; you'd only get a hundred yuan for a few jobs, that's more than you earn as a nanny!"
Saying this, the man got up and kicked her. "How can you be so shameless? I'm your wife, after all. You keep telling me to sell myself. Are you going to become a cuckold?" The nanny took a step back, stubbornly retorting.
"Cuckold, so what? Being a rich cuckold is better than being a poor chaste woman. If you're broke, I won't even be able to afford cigarettes. Then you'll have to sell yourself, whether you like it or not, otherwise how will I pay you back?" The man cursed and threatened to hit the nanny, but she wouldn't have it. She shouted loudly and then ran out, running all the way home. I quickly hid, thankfully not being discovered. Afterwards, I went out for a stroll for a while and then went home.
Since the nanny and her husband had parted on bad terms today, she hadn't taken a shower or cooked anything nice. I teased her, "What did you cook today, sis?" "Nothing. I'm not eating," she answered me stubbornly. "You can't not eat. How about I treat you to something to eat?" I said to her with a smile. "But what about the old lady if we go out?" I asked, seeing her interest but still worried about the old lady. "It's alright, the old lady is asleep and won't get up until tonight. We'll just be back before she takes her medicine. Let's go."
"Alright then, wait for me to change." She said, closing the door and starting to get ready. When she came out, I was shocked. I'd never seen her dressed like this before. It wasn't glamorous, but she no longer looked like a rural nanny. She wore a snow-white shirt over a pale white vest, clearly without a bra; her nipples were erect, clearly visible. She wore beige pants, the shirt tucked in, making her waist look exceptionally slim, her breasts exceptionally high, and her buttocks exceptionally pert. I almost got an erection. "Come on, are you stunned?" she said with a smile, seeing my dazed expression. "Stunning, stunning! You're so beautiful! How come I never noticed how pretty you were before?" I said, embarrassed. "Stop teasing me, you're making me look bad. Let's go." We left.
After a simple meal and a little wine, seeing it was too early, I suggested going to the movies, and she readily agreed. While watching the movie, I tried to put my hands on her shoulders and embrace her. She struggled for a moment but couldn't, so she gave in, resting her head on my shoulder and her hands on my legs. I suppressed the urge between my legs and we watched the movie like that. It was getting late, so I went home. It was already past eight when I got home. After giving the old lady her medicine, I saw that she was sleeping soundly, so I suggested that the caregiver come to my room to watch TV. Since the caregiver sleeps in the guest room, she usually goes to bed early and doesn't watch TV. Hearing my invitation, she hesitated for a moment, then said she would come over after changing her clothes and taking a shower.
I happily locked the door, switched the TV to cable, and put the porn I had prepared into the DVD player, waiting for her to come. Listening to the sound of the shower, I couldn't help but get an erection. I stroked it for a long time but it didn't subside. Finally, I got off the shower, and she came out too. I turned my head and couldn't help getting hard again. Her freshly washed, wet hair clung to her face, her flushed complexion looking beautiful. She was wearing a loose shirt and underpants; I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, her large breasts jiggling with every step. Her light-colored underpants revealed a small floral panty between her legs—extremely sexy. I quickly squeezed my legs together to avoid him seeing my embarrassment.
"Come, sit next to me," I said, patting the sofa beside me. She obediently sat down next to me, her shoulder gently resting on my arm. Because of the different angle of the TV, she leaned to one side, one of her large, soft breasts pressing against my arm—it felt so good. I put one arm around her shoulder, and with my left hand, I pressed the remote control. The porn started; the opening scene was devoid of passion, so she seemed normal, her head tilted to my shoulder. My hand roamed up and down her arm, and she didn't resist. After watching for a while, a passionate scene of a man and a woman appeared on TV. First, they kissed passionately, then they took off their clothes and became intimate. I could sense her unease; her arms trembled slightly under my hand, as if she was very excited, and her legs shook incessantly, as if she didn't want to watch but couldn't bear to give up. Seeing that my plan had succeeded, I boldly placed one hand on her thigh, scratching the skin on the inside of her thigh through her underwear with my fingers. She flinched, but when my hand followed, she didn't resist.
I stroked her thigh with one hand, while the other hand moved down her arm, along her back, past her armpit, caressing the outline of her large breasts. She trembled, and when she saw the man on TV take off his pants, revealing his erect penis, she let out a soft moan, buried her head in my chest, and hugged my waist tightly, unable to watch any longer. I didn't force her, and lowered my head to kiss her neck, biting and nibbling her earlobe. She gasped for breath, trying to dodge me, perhaps because it was too itchy. She swayed her head from side to side to avoid me, but when she turned her head, her face bumped against my erect penis. She was even more afraid to move, her face burning hot against my penis. I kissed and nibbled on her earlobe, my hand reaching from behind to her chest, grabbing and squeezing her heavy breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples with two fingers. She twisted her body, panting heavily. When I suddenly squeezed her nipple hard, her legs clamped together, and her body went limp. Based on experience, I knew she had come. It seemed this nanny had a very strong desire and had never had an affair; such a small stimulation brought her to orgasm.
I hugged her shoulders tightly, pulling her limp body up. She was really tall, almost as tall as me when she stood up. We held each other tightly, her two large, soft breasts pressing against my chest. I held her back with one hand and caressed her buttocks with the other. I kissed her lips, our tongues passionately intertwining. She excitedly scratched my back with both hands, her head swaying from side to side. I pulled her towards the bed. She saw my intention and pushed me away, panting, saying, "Brother, no, this is enough, we can't do that."
She pushed my shoulders, but how could I? I gripped her hands tightly, pushing her forcefully towards the bed while passionately kissing her mouth. She responded in a daze. We kissed intensely, retreating towards the edge of the bed. I rolled her over, pressing her body onto the bed, her head lowered, her buttocks raised, standing on the floor with her back to me. I stood behind her, holding her tightly, my body half-pressed against her back, my hands grasping her large breasts, kissing her earlobe. She was breathing heavily, her hips twisting from side to side, pressing against my erect penis.
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her panties down to her knees, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and rubbed it back and forth between her buttocks. She kept dodging and twisting, moaning loudly, "No, I can't take it anymore," probably unaware of how wet she was; her floral panties were soaked through. I pulled her panties aside, leaving her buttocks bare and raised, then guided my hard penis with my hand and thrust. "Oh my god!"
she screamed as my entire penis slid in. I immediately began to thrust violently, and she, probably also desperate, moved her hips in rhythm with me. Her head was shaking violently from side to side, her two large breasts rolling and rubbing against the bed, her buttocks thrusting back and forth intensely. I was also fucking her hard, making the bed creak and groan. Because we were both very excited, we both reached orgasm in less than ten minutes. I also ejaculated for the first time that day as her vagina contracted violently during her orgasm. Then, I comfortably hugged her large breasts, standing on the floor and lying on her back.
She was also breathing heavily in comfort, her lips wide open, her face covered in sweat that soaked her hair, and her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Looking at her exhausted state after reaching the peak of pleasure, my penis, still soaking in her vagina, couldn't help but get hard again. I pressed down on her voluptuous body from behind, grabbing and kneading her two large breasts with both hands. She was moaning and panting, her chest heaving violently, her nipples pressing against my palms, which were covered in sweat from the intense exercise. After a while, once she calmed down, she pushed me away, pulled up her trousers which had fallen below her knees, and buttoned her shirt neatly. Her face flushed, she sat on the sofa, head bowed, not daring to look at me. Seeing her shy expression, I felt both love and pity. I sat down beside her and reached out to stroke her hair. She hummed in response, not resisting.
"Sis, are you tired?" I asked softly. "I'm fine." Her face turned even redder, her head lowered even further, not daring to look at me. "Come over whenever you're free. I'll treat you well." Looking at her, I touched her face and said. "No, we shouldn't be like this." She looked up at me, her eyes resolute. "Were you feeling unwell just now? Didn't you want to be with me?" I asked, puzzled. "That's not what I meant. You're fine, and I felt fine just now too. It's just that we shouldn't continue like this; we'll get poisoned." She said earnestly.
I tried to persuade her for a long time, but she wouldn't budge, so we chatted for a while. After getting to know her better, I learned that she was thirty-eight years old, had two children, both of whom were studying in the countryside and lived with their grandparents. She and her husband had come to the city to work and support their family. The man I saw during the day was her husband. Her husband was a few years older than her. He used to be quite hardworking in the countryside, but after coming to the city, he made some friends and started gambling and doing drugs. The little money he earned from his work wasn't enough to cover his drug habit, so he would constantly ask her for money. She worked hard as a nanny and gave him all the money she earned, but he still complained that it wasn't enough. Her husband had suggested that she sell herself to earn money several times, but she refused. She would go out once a week to have "marital relations" with her husband. Although the couple's relationship wasn't great, their sex life was relatively harmonious, and she enjoyed this weekend "marital life" and was quite satisfied with her life at the landlord's house. But she was, after all, a respectable woman, and our passionate encounter just now was an unimaginable "transgression," so she said it was absolutely impossible for her to continue this relationship with me, otherwise she would feel guilty. Seeing her troubled expression, I really couldn't bear to hurt her, so I agreed to her request. What happened tonight was over and done with; we should both forget about it and pretend it never happened. She looked at me gratefully, saying I was a good person, and then snuggled into my arms, hugging my waist and resting her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
We sat there embracing, the porn on TV continuing, the actress moaning and groaning. She found it strange and looked up at the TV. What she saw shocked her – a fivesome was being shown on TV.
A white woman was kneeling on a table, sucking hard on a black man's penis. A white man lay on the table, his penis inside her vagina. A tall, fat black man stood on the floor, violently thrusting into her anus. Beside her, another woman was half-squatting, rubbing and probing her own vagina while moaning. She was blushing crimson, unable to look away, panting heavily, her chest heaving. I couldn't resist placing my hand on her breast, squeezing and kneading it. "Does she enjoy it?" I asked, leaning close to her ear.
"But so many people are doing it to her, it's so shameful," she replied, blushing. "But it's so exciting and pleasurable! You've never done this with other men, have you?" "Who do you think I am? Besides my husband, I've only done it with you." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a sense of humiliation. I quickly apologized, "Sis, I didn't mean that, I was just asking if you've ever done this before?" "My husband has done it to me from behind, but it hurts too much, I can't stand it, I only did it twice and then stopped.
I've never used my mouth, it's too dirty." Hearing her say that, my penis instantly became hard again. She felt the hardness between my legs pressing against her chin, and she placed her hand on my penis and slowly stroked and rubbed it. As she touched it, I became harder and harder, and it became more and more uncomfortable, so I unzipped my pants, revealing my hard penis, and pressed her hand on it to rub and masturbate me. My hands grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard, pinched her nipples with my fingers and pulled hard, making her nipples quite long. She excitedly twisted her whole body, her upturned buttocks half-sitting on the sofa and shaking incessantly. I couldn't help but put my hand inside my underwear, touching her buttocks from behind and moving towards her anus. She trembled slightly, but didn't flinch. I touched her tight anus, and the moment my finger touched it, she contracted violently. Her anus clenched tightly, enveloping my finger—it felt so hot and warm. I continued to explore her anus with one hand, thrusting in and out, my penis bobbing against her face. I accidentally pushed it into her mouth, and she cried out, biting down hard, almost biting me off. I insisted she hurt me and had to suck it for a while. She couldn't resist, so she slowly licked my penis with her tongue.
To be honest, her technique was terrible; she had absolutely no skill. Her tongue awkwardly licked the head of my penis, but she did it very carefully, as if afraid of missing a single spot. After a while, she took my entire penis into her mouth, enveloping it with her warm lips, moving her mouth like she was eating ice cream, making me moan and gasp with pleasure. I used my toes to tease her thigh, but she dodged, preventing me from touching her. She gripped my waist tightly, shook her head violently, and kept her mouth tightly on my penis, licking and sucking it incessantly.
I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her head, pulled her up, yanked my pants off, turned her around, and made her kneel on the sofa, her buttocks raised high. I gripped my penis and thrust it all the way in. She screamed and hit the back of the sofa, then gripped it tightly with both hands, shaking her head violently. I stood on the floor, one hand reaching forward to grab her large, drooping breasts and kneading them forcefully, the other hand reaching down to my crotch to touch her clitoris. She cried out, this time very open, her buttocks swaying from side to side in rhythm with my penetration. I was really enjoying myself. Every time I penetrated, I hit the very core of her being, making her wetness flow down her thighs and soak the floor. She was very tall, with her buttocks sticking up high. Sometimes when I wasn't getting enough, she would forcefully sit back, always doing so just as my penis entered, ensuring it went in completely. Her vagina was wide open like a mouth, as if it wanted to swallow my entire penis and scrotum.
After about ten minutes, she had an orgasm, and I felt so good that I almost ejaculated several times, but I held back. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I turned her body around, laid her on the sofa, spread her legs, and put them on my shoulders. I pressed my whole body against her, concentrating all my strength into one point, and fucked her violently with the fastest speed and the most intense force. Finally, as she reached her climax again, I came too. My penis pulled out, and a thick stream of semen shot out, spraying all over her breasts and belly. I then reached out and smeared it evenly. She lay there comfortably for a long time, speechless, just breathing heavily, her large breasts swaying back and forth. This was our second and last time. I didn't expect that the next day she would quit her job with the old lady, saying she was going home to take care of her husband and children. I couldn't find her at the job market afterward; she had disappeared quietly, just like when she arrived.
The old lady often muttered that the nanny was actually quite good, but she didn't know why she left. I knew perfectly well. She didn't want to have a relationship with me anymore, so she always felt quite guilty, because it wasn't easy for a nanny to find a client like the old lady. Sometimes I wondered if her husband was forcing her into prostitution, but I never had a chance to see her again.
I went to the job market a few times, but each time I went with high hopes and left disappointed, until one summer night, I accidentally found her in Peace Square, and the story began again. That night, a few buddies and I had just finished playing mahjong. The winner treated us to farm-style food at a local farmhouse, along with some liquor and ice-cold beer. As soon as we stepped outside, a cool breeze hit us, making our faces flush and our stomachs churn. We vomited under a roadside tree, which made us feel much better. A friend suggested we go for a walk, so we strolled off shirtless, shirts draped over our arms.
"Hey, what are those two doing?" one of my buddies shouted. "What's all the shouting about? They're kissing, what, you want to chime in?" another joked. "What? Can't I? I'm going to chime in today!" the first friend, reeking of alcohol, said, heading straight for the two.
"Hey, what are you doing? You've had too much to drink." Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, we quickly pulled him back, but we were already close enough to see the two of them. When I saw them, I almost jumped up. The woman was none other than the nanny I'd been searching for. She'd changed a lot in the months since I'd last seen her. She was no longer the rustic, rural woman she used to be. She was wearing a very fashionable blouse, the semi-transparent material clearly showing her black bra. Her large breasts swayed, captivating the eyes of the men around them. My buddies and I were all staring, our eyes glued to her chest. Below, she wore tight cropped pants, revealing a shockingly white calf. Her firm, full buttocks made you want to pinch them. I was completely mesmerized, speechless. She looked up and saw me, paused for a moment, then gave me a wink, pulled the man away quickly, and kept looking back at me, gesturing for me to follow, as if she had something to say to me.
I quickly told my friends I had something to do, and amidst their teasing, I hurried after them. Turning a corner, I saw the nanny whisper something in the man's ear, and he nodded and walked away. The nanny turned back to greet me. "What a coincidence," she said shyly, looking at me. "Yes, what a coincidence." Usually so eloquent, I was at a loss for words. After a moment of silence, I asked, "Are you...are you alright?" "Not bad. How's business at your shop?" She was no longer the timid, helpless country nanny she once was; she cleverly turned the question back on me.
"I'm fine, but I miss you a lot. Are you...are you alright now?" I asked again, because I really didn't know how to ask her what she was doing now, or why she was out with a man so late, since the man was clearly not her husband. "I'm not a nanny anymore. I've gone to work," she said, understanding my meaning, with a smile. "Really? That's not bad. What kind of work do you do?" "Are we going to talk here? Won't you offer me a drink and let's sit down and talk? Hehe." She noticed my embarrassment and laughed to defuse the situation. "Okay, okay, let's go to my place for a while. You haven't been back in a long time, you can visit the old lady in the back house while you're at it."
With her laughter, I regained my usual carefree attitude, turned around and gestured for her to come with me. She generously reached out and took my arm. To my surprise, we walked back to the shop. Along the way, my arm kept brushing against her full and firm breasts. I don't know if she was deliberately teasing me, but I definitely walked home with an erection the whole way. I don't know if anyone on the street saw the bulge in my crotch. By the time I got home, I was drenched in sweat, my bare upper body looking like I had just been pulled out of the water. She noticed my nervousness and gently took my towel, soaked it in a basin, and helped me wipe the sweat off. As soon as she wiped me, I got hard again, and she burst out laughing.
"How pathetic! How long has it been since you relieved your pent-up desire? You must be dying to do this." She then flicked my forehead with her finger towards my crotch. I was terrified. I stared at her dumbfounded, speechless for a long time. She noticed my confusion, dried my back, took my hand, and sat me on the sofa. Holding my hand, she began to tell me about the changes in her life over the past few months. Since quitting her job as a nanny, she didn't want to continue working there. Back home, her husband kept pressuring her to sell herself, but she refused, and they always fought about it. Finally, her husband was arrested for drug use, and she was unable to care for her child anymore, so she went back to the city to find work.
This time, she was lucky. She found a job as a drug salesperson at a pharmaceutical company. Because she worked hard, and because it's indeed convenient for women to run errands, her performance was excellent. She gained the company's appreciation and rose to the position of sales manager. Now, her monthly income is equivalent to that of a typical civil servant. Because of her long hours traveling, she'd become quite slick. She'd not only learned to smoke and drink, but also made risqué jokes with men and could tolerate physical slaps and verbal abuse. However, she never wavered on her principles. The man she'd just spoken to was a client who tried to coerce her into having a relationship by threatening to sign a contract, but she cleverly refused.
Seeing me listening to her story like it was a fairy tale, she laughed and tapped my forehead. "Look at you, silly, don't you recognize me?" Then she turned away, pretending to ignore me. I quickly moved closer, grabbed her shoulders, and breathed into her ear. "The key is, you're so beautiful now, you've mesmerized me." I kissed her on the cheek. "You're lying! You've probably slept with countless young girls in all this time, how could you possibly remember an old woman like me? Who would believe that?" "It's true, I'd be damned if I lied to you! I've missed you so much, I even went to the odd jobs market to look for you several times." I quickly swore an oath.
"No need for oaths, I just believe you." She turned around and covered my mouth with her hand, preventing me from uttering any malicious vows. I stuck out my tongue and licked her palm; it was fragrant and warm. She closed her eyes, enjoying my tenderness. "Wait a minute, I'll close the door." After saying that, I turned around and locked the door, pulled the curtain down, and looked back to see that she had already made the bed, lying on it like a wife gently waiting for her husband. I happily took off my shoes and got into bed, just about to... "Wait a minute, what's the rush? I'm not leaving tonight." She took off her coat and pants and hung them on the hanger, sitting on the bed in only her black bra and panties, and helped me unzip my pants. "Don't get your clothes dirty. I'm not going home tonight, I'm going straight to work tomorrow. It'll be hard to explain if they're dirty or wrinkled." She
was really thoughtful. She unzipped my pants and slowly pulled them down, kissing my lower abdomen and biting the black hair on my belly with her teeth. I leaned back in pleasure, my already erect penis pointing straight at her face. She bit my glans through my underwear: "You naughty thing, I'll bite you off." "Bite it off, it's all yours," I replied with a smile. "Then I won't be polite."
She used her mouth to bite the elastic band of my underwear and slowly pulled it down, revealing my pubic hair and penis little by little. Her lips kissed along my lower abdomen, her tongue licked my pubic hair, and her hands reached over to smooth it down until my underwear was completely off. Then she opened her mouth and took the glans in. I let out a soft moan. She looked up at my blissful expression, then spat my penis out and stuck out her tongue to lick it up and down. Although she wasn't very professional, she was very serious, licking the entire penis from all angles, occasionally taking the glans into her mouth and swirling it around with her tongue. Her hands grasped my scrotum and kneaded my testicles, moving them up and down.
I moaned comfortably, gently stroking her long hair, rubbing her earlobes along the ends, and digging into her ear canals with my fingers. She hummed comfortably, sucking on my penis even harder. From above, her fair body was clad only in a black bikini, and a thick, black penis was thrusting in and out of her sexy red lips—it felt incredibly good. I patted her head, signaling her to turn over. We lay down in a 69 position, and she straddled me, burying her head between my legs, diligently licking my lower abdomen and wrapping her mouth around my penis. I also parted her labia with my hands, revealing her dark, wet vulva.
I licked her clitoris with my tongue, and she clenched her buttocks, sucking my entire penis into her mouth. I also rubbed her clitoris back and forth with my fingers, licking her thick labia with my tongue. Her labia were large and dark in color, definitely the result of having given birth. However, because she hadn't had sex with a man in a long time, her vagina was very tight. When I inserted a finger, she hummed, and her vagina contracted, gripping my finger tightly, indicating that she felt very comfortable and satisfied. I rubbed her clitoris back and forth with my nose, licking her labia with my tongue, and inserted a finger into her vagina, mimicking the piston-like motion of a penis. She moaned and groaned in pleasure, her words muffled by my penis, and her juices flowed incessantly, soaking my face and mouth. I drank her juices in large gulps, and my finger thrust into her vagina even more vigorously.
After kissing her for a while, I noticed her anus was very tight. I sniffed it, and finding no unusual odor, I licked it with my tongue. Her body convulsed suddenly, and her anus contracted forcefully. Seeing how sensitive she was, I focused all my attention on her anus, forcefully spreading her buttocks apart with both hands, revealing her small anus, rose-colored like a chrysanthemum, which was really quite beautiful. I licked it vigorously with my tongue, and her anus tightened, clamping my tongue and resisting my entry.
I licked back and forth along her buttocks, occasionally squeezing my tongue forcefully into her anus, but her tightly contracted anus always refused my entry. So I inserted two fingers into her vagina, scooped out a handful of her vaginal fluid, and smeared it evenly on her anus. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I forced one finger into her anus. She convulsed in pain, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she stretched out her legs. I kept my finger inside her anus, while my tongue moved to her vulva, licking her clitoris and labia. My teeth kept biting and pulling at her labia. She swayed her buttocks from side to side in pleasure, seemingly forgetting the discomfort of having a foreign object inserted into her anus. Her mouth was filled with my penis, and she sucked on it, her head bobbing up and down.
We both quickly reached our climax. Her gushing fluids covered my face and were sticky everywhere. She swallowed my semen in large gulps, and the semen she couldn't swallow dripped from the corners of her mouth and smeared on my inner thighs. It felt so good. This was our first release after not seeing each other for many days. She didn't leave that night and stayed at my house. We didn't sleep that night, made love three times, and talked all night. Later, she also expressed that she had feelings for me and became my lover. She gave up her rented apartment and moved in with me. She went to work during the day and came home at night to clean my house, fulfilling the duties of a lover. Of course, sex was indispensable.
Since the housekeeper moved in with me, my daily life has become much more regular. Not only do I eat three meals a day at regular times and in appropriate portions, but I also change my clothes more frequently. She keeps the whole house very clean every day, making it look like a home. As for our sex life, we constantly tried new things, and our coordination improved day by day. Each time, we could enjoy ourselves to the fullest and then fall asleep in each other's arms. She would get up promptly at around six o'clock every morning, tidy up the house, heat up the milk, and we would each have a glass of milk and an egg before she went to work. I usually liked to sleep a little longer and didn't open for business until around nine o'clock. On weekends, I would stay even later, and sometimes I would stay closed all day, lying naked in bed with her, not even getting off the floor except for meals and showers.
This was another weekend morning. The night before, because she was inconvenienced, we didn't have sex after watching TV and went to bed early. I was half asleep, dreaming, when I felt something warm and tingly down there. I reached down and touched it, and my hand was covered in hair. I realized that her head was between my legs, and her hair was hanging loosely on my stomach. Without opening my eyes, I ran my hands through her hair, scratching her scalp and rubbing her long hair.
She groaned, her fingers scraping my thighs back and forth with her fingernails, tugging at my pubic hair, making me feel both pain and itchiness. She stuck out her tongue and licked my lower abdomen with the tip; her warm, soft tongue felt wonderful. After several months of living together, her oral sex skills had improved considerably. With my eyes closed, I could feel her tongue circling my navel, occasionally probing inside, while she held one of my testicles in each hand, saying she loved the feeling of them moving around in her palms.
She licked for a while, then buried her head deeper down, her wet lips sliding over my lower abdomen, pausing briefly on my pubic hair. With a few black hairs in her mouth, she pretended to bite and tug at them with her teeth. I instantly woke up, my body jerking, my penis trembling. She immediately followed with her lips, taking my penis into her mouth.
I groaned and lay down comfortably, enjoying her oral skills. She took it in deeply, gently, as if she wanted to swallow my entire penis. As her head swayed from side to side, I even thought the head of my penis had passed through her throat and was deep inside. Now she was used to deep throat sex, unlike before when she felt nauseous as soon as it entered. She had also learned to contract her throat to tighten around my glans, making me feel incredibly good every time. She sucked on my penis hard, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth—it was utterly lewd. At the same time, she kneaded my testicles with one hand on each side, occasionally licking my scrotum with her tongue, making lewd sounds.
When she put one testicle in her mouth, she would lick around my scrotum with her tongue, making the ball rotate in her mouth. Then she would suck hard, giving me a painful, tingling, yet pleasurable sensation. Then, when she released her mouth, the testicle would bounce back into her abdomen with the scrotum, and a feeling of emptiness would follow.
I wiggled my hips, signaling her to continue giving me oral sex. But she mischievously dodged, only pulling on my testicles with one hand, stretching my scrotum quite long, and then letting go, letting the two balls bounce back on their own. Seeing her playing with me like this, how could I show weakness? I sat up on the bed, pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs, buried my head between her legs, and gave her a passionate kiss. By this time, her lower body was already incredibly wet, and the sheets beneath her were soaked with her vaginal fluids, sticky and clammy.
Her thick labia majora were fully open due to the moisture, revealing her rosy, baby-mouth-like vaginal opening. Despite having a child so old, her vagina was still very well-preserved in color and very tight. When my penis entered, I could feel the intense contractions of her vagina, which is why I loved having sex with her and always reached the peak of pleasure. I parted her labia majora with my hands, brought my mouth close, and took her labia minora and clitoris into my mouth. She let out a soft moan, her body suddenly contracting, trying to squeeze her legs together, but I wouldn't let her succeed. I buried my head between her legs, forcing her thighs wide open, making it impossible for her to squeeze them together. Then I thrust my tongue into her vagina and began to lick rapidly and fiercely. This intense stimulation made her body tremble uncontrollably. Even before I inserted two fingers into her vagina and before I could even thrust them in or out, she had already convulsed and reached orgasm first.
Exhausted after her climax, she lay on the bed, panting heavily, her large breasts heaving. I pressed her breasts down with my legs, parted her labia with my hands, and licked her engorged labia and clitoris up and down along the cleft with my tongue. She was so comfortable that all she could do was thrust her hips up and down; she no longer had the strength to resist me. Seeing that she had surrendered, I continued licking her clitoris while twisting my hips, bringing my erect penis to her mouth, the head pressing against her chin. She understood what I meant, opening her mouth and taking my penis in, sucking it vigorously, her tongue swirling around my scrotum. Then she reached out and parted my buttocks, inserting her tongue into my buttocks and licking up and down, the tip of her tongue pressing against my anus, making me moan with pleasure. I swayed my hips, my tongue and fingers rubbing and kneading her engorged labia, my nose rubbing against her clitoris. She raised her head high, stretched her neck, and brought her mouth close to my butt crack, her tongue pushing in as if trying to force it all the way into my anus. I relaxed, trying to suck her in, but I couldn't manage it. I pressed my thumb against her anus, while inserting two other fingers into her vagina, playing with her two openings through the membrane.
She shook her head violently, tossing her hair, enjoying my double stimulation. But as my fingers mimicked the piston-like motion of a penis inside her, I noticed a trickle of blood seeping out. I thought I had torn something, so I quickly got up and asked her. She told me that last night was the last day of her period, and it might not be completely over yet, so she couldn't do it from the front.
Hearing this, I said we should wait until it was completely finished before doing it, but seeing my erect penis, she knew I was being considerate and offered to let me do it from the back. I was stunned. Because we'd only ever played with her anus with our tongues and fingers, and had never actually done it from behind, I was afraid it would trigger memories of her abusive behavior towards her ex-husband. But now she'd taken the initiative, and her tone was firm, brooking no refusal. She got up to go to the bathroom to prepare, so I had no choice but to lie on the bed with my erection, waiting for her to return.
Hearing the rushing water from the bathroom, I still couldn't bear it, so I went to the bathroom to persuade her not to do it anymore, to wait until she was finished. But she wouldn't agree, and in the end, I couldn't argue with her, so I just lay there waiting. She used two suppositories, had a bowel movement for over half an hour, and then spent a long time washing herself before returning exhausted. Seeing her legs weak, I couldn't help but hug her, kiss her face, and tell her I couldn't bear to see her suffer like that. But she said she was willing to do anything for me, that a little pain didn't matter. My eyes reddened as I nodded in agreement. She was kneeling on the bed, her buttocks raised high. From behind, her large, white buttocks were frighteningly shiny. Her anus, due to the effect of the glycerin suppository and the recent forceful urination, was red and slightly open. Thinking that it must be very tight inside, my penis became even harder, throbbing and even a little painful. I reached down and scooped up some fluid from her lower body; it was wet, I couldn't tell if it was sweat from nervousness or vaginal fluid from excitement. I wiped it on her anus and tried to push forward with the head of my penis. Her buttocks trembled and contracted slightly, and I immediately stopped. But she stubbornly pushed her buttocks back, and the head of my penis went in halfway, but she was already in so much pain that her hair was flying wildly, and sweat was seeping from her neck.
I tenderly lay on her back, kissing the sweat on the back of her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Let's stop now, we can do it later, okay?" "No, I'm all ready, I'm going to go all the way. I'm fine, just fuck me to death." She turned her head, kissed my face, and looked at me with determined eyes. Seeing her so determined, I straightened up, knelt behind her buttocks, held her big buttocks firmly with both hands, and tried my best to spread her buttocks wide open, and vigorously rotated my half-inserted penis to push it in. She saw my hesitation, gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, sat back hard with her buttocks, and screamed as my entire penis entered her tight anus. We both screamed at the same time, she was in pain, and I was in pleasure, because I felt my entire penis enter a warm and tense hole, and the membrane was contracting and gripping my penis, it felt so good. I held her buttocks from behind, afraid to move an inch, kissing her neck and ears. She was also in pain, motionless, gripping the sheets tightly, her buttocks raised high as she knelt on the bed. After a while, she adjusted a bit, and her buttocks began to slowly move back and forth, her anus contracting to grip my penis. I also tried to exert force, thrusting my hips back and forth, one thrust after another. We both felt that tight, encompassing feeling, and our movements became more skillful and quick.
Although it was our first time doing anal sex, we both reached orgasm together with our full cooperation. Finally, when I ejaculated into her anus and let my limp penis slide out, watching a thick stream of white semen flow from her anus, which I had ravaged so much, we both embraced each other contentedly and fell asleep on the bed. We didn't get out of bed much that day. After sleeping for more than two hours, I filled a basin with hot water and washed her buttocks, gently massaging her anus, which I had ravaged so much that it looked like a small black hole, and kissed away the tear stains on her face. We lay in bed, cuddling, watching TV and chatting. A wonderful day.

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