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Old Qian's Story (Short Story) Author: yingabei 

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I went into the bedroom, stripped naked, and looked at myself carefully in the mirror: long hair, a round face, a small mouth, big double-lidded eyes, and a straight nose; on my chest, two heavy breasts sagged slightly; a slender waist, long legs, and a plump bottom; neat pubic hair spreading outwards between my legs; and a round anus between my fleshy buttocks.
Because of frequent anal sex, my anus was well-worn, small at the opening and tight inside. Since I was a dancer, my thighs were naturally much stronger than the average woman's, so my anus was also tighter than the average woman's. Although frequently used, this was still my prime.
I smoothed my hair in front of the mirror and then began to dress up. I've always felt that heavy makeup on women isn't elegant; in fact, I find it quite tacky. So I only lightly applied a layer of powder, then drew my eyebrows, and applied lipstick. A light layer of foundation could bring out an elegant air. Although I was using inexpensive cosmetics, I secretly resolved that when I had money in the future, I would definitely buy the most expensive cosmetics and the best clothes!
After finishing my makeup, I took out the clothes I had bought. It was a royal green suit, a women's blazer with an open collar, and a midi skirt. I had initially wanted a black suit, but it was too expensive, so I gave up and bought this one instead. This
outfit is nice too; this is the one. The key is the stockings and high heels. Because they were cheap, I bought three pairs of stockings in different colors: flesh-colored, black, and white. After much deliberation, I decided to wear flesh-colored pantyhose. Underwear was naturally unnecessary for me, so I didn't wear any. As for bras, I had a black lace bra, so I wore that. Finally, I put on my newly bought two-inch black high heels. This outfit gave me the air of a high-society general manager's secretary.
After finishing my makeup, I looked in the mirror again and felt quite satisfied. I opened the door and went out. Old Qian was sitting on the sofa watching TV. As soon as he saw me, he immediately fixed his gaze on me. It was clear he was quite surprised. His usually sloppy wife had transformed into a very elegant general manager's secretary. Old Qian seemed to have seen something extraordinary, staring intently at me, unable to utter a word.
I smiled and said to Old Qian, "Old Qian, how do I look? Pretty good, right?"
Old Qian swallowed hard and said, "Wife, you, you, you…" He stammered "you" several times but couldn't finish the sentence.
I smiled and said, "Old Qian, tell me, how am I better than Xiao Zhang's wife?"
Old Qian nodded hurriedly and said, "Great! Great! Great! Wife, you're amazing! Dressed up like this, you're simply..."
Old Qian stood up, walked over to me, looked me up and down, then pulled me to the sofa and made me sit next to him, saying, "Wife, you're much better than Xiao Zhang's wife! If Director Cao sees you, he'll be completely captivated!" Old Qian stared at me and added, "Wife, I can't bear to give you up to that old bastard Director Cao. Wife, let's not go." "I really can't bear to part with it!"
I looked at Lao Qian, snorted, and said, "Look at you, so pathetic! You can't bear to part with it... Fine, then bring me the money! Bring me the house! Bring me the car! You have nothing, yet you're still willing to part with it? Let me tell you, Lao Qian, use your brain and think about what kind of society this is! Without money,
you have no dignity! Go ask those beggars on the street, do they have dignity? If they had dignity, they wouldn't be begging! Don't be stupid!"
After hearing my words, Lao Qian's face turned red and then white. Finally, he gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh, and cursed, "Damn it! This bastard society!" After saying that, Lao Qian grabbed my hand and walked towards the bedroom.
I exclaimed, "What are you doing! So hard!"
Old Qian turned around and yelled at me, "I'm not sleeping tonight! I'm going to fuck my wife! Tomorrow I'm going to be a cuckold, today I'm going to be a man!

" I chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, your wife is right in front of you, do whatever you want with her. Tonight I'll do whatever you want." With that, I followed Old Qian into the bedroom...
"Hmm...tsk tsk...hmm...tsk tsk..." Under the soft light, the stockings and high heels shimmered.
Old Qian and I were a stark contrast, like a modern person encountering a primitive man. I was still fully dressed, while Old Qian was completely naked. He had one leg on the ground and the other on the bed, his rough buttocks thrusting back as far as he could, while I knelt straight behind him, head tilted back, my small hands forcefully spreading his buttocks, my small mouth pressed against his anus, sucking hard.
Old Qian always felt unworthy of me. From the time we met until we got married, he was like a lapdog to me, remaining silent even when I was indulging in debauchery with other men.
However, after marriage, this changed drastically. I became his slave, a sex slave, enslaved by him day and night. I knew I had wronged him, so I willingly became his "dog," especially since it was the most private matter between husband and wife, and it wouldn't be good for anyone if it were told.
Since
Lao Qian learned some techniques from those dirty ghost movies, he started using them on me constantly, and I was happy to accept new stimulation. Thus, licking Lao Qian's anus every day became one of our daily rituals. As time went on, I don't know if Lao Qian had trained me into his object of venting at will, or if I had influenced Lao Qian, making him a master of sexual techniques.
Once, I asked Lao Qian not to clean my anus so thoroughly…
I peeked at Lao Qian's penis; it was straight and thick at the base, tapering towards the top like a cone. Lao Qian's penis wasn't the perfect length; it always seemed a little short. He could easily take the whole thing in his mouth with a simple suck. Of course, that was natural, but I always fantasized about him having a super-sized penis.
"Oh… um…" Lao Qian stroked it a bit, thinking it was about right, and pulled me up from the floor. I bent over on the edge of the bed, sticking my butt out, pulled off my stockings, and as soon as I got into position, Lao Qian impatiently spread my buttocks and inserted his penis into my anus.
"Slap slap slap slap slap…" The familiar, crisp sounds echoed in the room again.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I cried out, tossing my hair and thrusting my buttocks back. I didn't dare move too much, afraid of wrinkling my new clothes.
"Fuck... ah... um..." Old Qian seemed particularly energetic today, his buttocks swaying wildly. His cock was going in and out of my anus, constantly stimulating my nerves. A wave of heat surged in my lower abdomen, and I clenched my anus, feeling as if that cock was on fire! Suddenly, my anus went numb, and my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. My vagina released its first spurt of vaginal fluid that night.
"Ah..." I let out a long breath. Although my anus was itching to the extreme, I had at least had a small orgasm, and Old Qian's cock could only go on like that.
"Slap slap slap slap slap..." Old Qian continued to thrust into my anus at his characteristic rhythm. My body swayed with his movements, my black high heels and flesh-colored stockings shimmering and swaying.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Old Qian suddenly cried out, without any warning. With each cry, he forcefully thrust his cock into my anus. After three cries, Old Qian shuddered and ejaculated. Old Qian didn't let out a long sigh until his penis went soft. He didn't even wipe it, pushed me away, and said, "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep," before collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep.
[The End]

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