My impression of the foreign older sister (by sahamaky)

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This happened 10 years ago. I had graduated from university two years prior and started working for a state-owned enterprise. Our company had been transitioning to foreign trade for several years, and I was transferred to the marketing department as a pioneer – it was tough and difficult. Salaries were based on sales volume, but the commissions were good, about 5% higher than those for domestic sales, plus various subsidies. So, my colleagues in the marketing department earned about a thousand or two more a month than those working in domestic markets. The trade-off was immense pressure and not enough time. I had money, but no time;
I had women, but no time to plan weddings. Later, due to work, I had to learn English. Frankly, I had passed the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), but my spoken English was terrible. This meant I couldn't present myself well at any large, medium, or small social gatherings. These gatherings were largely tied to career advancement; even those with mediocre performance could have a much smoother future if they seized the opportunity. I felt immense pressure. Throughout the year, the company hosted countless such gatherings, inviting not only company employees but also business partners. Therefore, good spoken English significantly broadened my network.
At a cocktail party, one of my young female employees was chatting animatedly with an old friend of mine. My friend is East Asian, works in jewelry, and speaks both Mandarin and English. I knew this was a good opportunity for the newcomer to build connections, so I let her continue, simply raising my glass to my friend from afar. Just then, a man in his thirties named Jason walked over and clinked glasses with my friend. I knew Jason worked in fashion and
had a lot of dealings with jewelry. I had also been trying to collaborate with Jason through my friend, but my spoken English wasn't great, and I hadn't made any real progress in the past two weeks. Anyway, Jason first politely greeted my young employee, and my friend introduced them. At this point, I worried that the young employee's poor English might hinder the project's progress, and I wanted to go over. However, to my surprise, the young employee's spoken English seemed excellent, and Jason frequently gave her approving glances… Haha, I'm rambling on. Indeed, from then on, whenever I visited Jason's company, I always took the young employee with me; she was a great help. From then on, I decided I had to improve my spoken English, so I enrolled in a training institution. That's how my story with the foreign teacher began.
It was a Monday. As soon as I got off work, I ran to the training building. I was puzzled on the first day because the training class started at 6:15 PM. In our city, people usually don't get off work until 5:30 PM. With such a short time, I had to rush there without even having time for dinner. How could I concentrate on studying if I wasn't eating? I complained, but I didn't dare to be late. Punctuality is one of the first principles of our work, and I wanted to leave a good impression on the teachers. When we arrived at a small break room of about 120 square meters,

I learned that 6:15 was for everyone to introduce themselves, and the teacher was also there. Oh, so it was another pre-dinner gathering. However, there was a crucial point: from 6:15 to 6:45, we could only speak English, nothing else. If we spoke Mandarin, the teacher and classmates would give us an "X," indicating that we had violated the rules for those 30 minutes. The worst offender would have to clean up after class. I'm a man, not a 10-year-old student, and I couldn't bear the embarrassment of being punished by cleaning. So I endured it, even though my spoken English wasn't great, I still had to speak, and I could always use sign language.
Dinner was also provided by the training institution, but it was at a nearby fast food restaurant, and they accepted English takeout. I was so impressed at the time—a complete service, they really knew how to make money! It was during dinner that I ran into her, my former university teacher, Vivin, whose Chinese name was Wei. Back in school, we all called her Sister Wei or Sister Vivi.
She's a very nice person, her classes are very lively, but she's also quite mischievous. When she calls your name and you can't answer in English, she'll make you stand and then ask you all sorts of questions in English until you answer correctly before letting you sit down… I went up and excitedly called out to Sister Wei. She looked up at me, a little confused, then surprised, then happy, and said, "You must be my student, and you often can't answer my questions in class, so I often make you stand as punishment. I'm very sorry, I can't remember your name." Then she laughed loudly. Damn,
did she have to be so direct? Revealing my embarrassing secret in front of everyone! I was so embarrassed. How could I bring this up in front of a newly acquainted classmate? But I still said, "I'm Dong from Class 1, Economics and Management, 2004. I've been learning English from you for two years." "I remember now. You have so much free time to study spoken English now? You need to work hard! I'll give you many opportunities in class," Sister Wei said, then smiled wickedly. I was annoyed, thinking, "What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything to you." But I still said, "Thank you, I'll try my best."
So, class started at 7:10 and lasted until 9:10, with a 20-minute break in between. Sister Wei didn't say much on stage; she just kept giving students opportunities to talk and chat, and of course, there were plenty of punishments, like standing in the corner. I got punished the most today… After class, I went outside, and Sister Wei came out too.
I asked her, "Aren't you teaching at school anymore?" Sister Wei replied, "I'm still teaching. I don't have many classes during the day, and I also have financial investments here." I exclaimed in surprise, "So Sister Wei is a big boss! Looks like I'll have to call you Boss Wei from now on!" Sister Wei chuckled, "Thank you." That's how foreigners are; they're very direct. When someone flatters them, they politely say thank you, unlike us, who say, "Oh, it's nothing, you're the real boss." We chatted about all sorts of fun things from our university days, and time flew by. Before we knew it, it was 11 pm. It felt like we'd met late at night and were old friends. I didn't want to part, so I said I was a little hungry and asked Sister Wei if she'd do me the honor of having a late-night snack. Sister Wei must be hungry too, because she readily agreed. While having our late-night snack,

we talked about many things related to life and work, laughing and having a great time. Then I asked her about her family situation. She said her husband had been frequently traveling between mainland China and Hong Kong for the past three years, only being home for about 10 days a month. Their child had been sent back to their hometown for school. Sister Wei taught at school during the day and at a training institution in the evening. If her husband was in Hong Kong during holidays, she would go to see him. Her time was very fulfilling, and she didn't feel lonely because her husband wasn't home often. I admire her. She's confident, capable, and speaks with grace; such a woman possesses a fatal charm. I didn't realize I already liked her.
I forgot to introduce Sister Wei. She's 36 years old, over 1.75 meters tall (I'm only slightly taller than her), and while I'm not sure of her weight, I'd conservatively estimate 120-130 pounds. She's quite voluptuous, not fat, but perhaps due to her age, her breasts appear slightly saggy—I don't know if it's because they're large or something else. She's of average appearance, with blonde hair, a few freckles, and blue eyes. She always has a smile and exudes confidence. Watching her and chatting with her is always enjoyable. After dinner, she drove me to my rented apartment complex, and then she went home. I didn't invite her up, not wanting to lose face… When I got home, my girlfriend was already asleep. After showering, my mind was filled with thoughts of Sister Wei, and my penis was hard. So I kissed my girlfriend passionately, and she responded, and we made love intensely. Afterwards, the woman said,

"Why were you so rough today? My lower body hurts." I didn't answer her, just hugged and kissed her, but my mind was filled with thoughts of Sister Wei. Soon, I became aroused again. My woman turned her head, looking at me with fear in her eyes, and said, "Why are you hard again? I can't take it!" She pushed me away, but my animalistic instincts kicked in. The more she resisted, the harder my penis became. I climbed on top of her; with the lubrication of my semen, it was easy to penetrate. This time, we lasted over 20 minutes. Finally, the woman said she would help me finish orally because her lower body was really hurting, so I let her go. The next day, I went back to the company to work hard. It was a busy day, and I forgot about Sister Wei; my mind was filled with my woman.
The training course was on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. After class, I always found various excuses to be alone with Sister Wei. Three months later, things started to progress. That day, after class, Sister Wei suggested going for coffee. I said, "Coffee so late?" and laughed, saying I didn't need to sleep. Sister Wei said, "Then let's go to my place for red wine." I was thrilled. What did this mean? My chance had come. When we arrived at Sister Wei's house, it seemed like no one lived on her floor; the lights were all off. Sister Wei explained that it wasn't unoccupied, but rather that we had bought the floor, which explained the large living room.

The room, furnished with a treadmill, a sofa, and a massage chair, didn't feel cramped. She brought out some red wine and some dry goods. As we chatted, a bottle was quickly finished. Wei Jie didn't blush; suddenly, she leaned closer and asked, "I want to have sex with you." I was shocked. Really? It couldn't be that easy! Although I'd always thought about Wei Jie's body, it shouldn't be this smooth. Wei Jie looked at me without answering and said, "I really want to have sex today. If you don't accept, I'll eat myself." I was truly lustful but lacked the courage. I weakly asked, "Is that okay? I'm a little scared." Even at this point, I couldn't bring myself to do it! I asked again, "Wouldn't doing this be unfair to your husband?" To my surprise, Wei Jie's answer... "No, I still love my husband very much. He wouldn't blame me even if he knew. We haven't seen each other for two months. He went to the USA and won't be back for another two months." "I don't mind him having sex with other women. It's a physical need. Being apart,
I wasn't there for him when he needed it, and I couldn't satisfy him. That's my fault; I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a wife. So I don't blame him for having sex with other women. I know he loves me. I just want him to be healthy. I understand if he has physical needs. He also knows I've had relationships with other men. I love him; I just have physical needs and want sex." "You don't need to take responsibility because we're just satisfying our physical needs..." Hearing this, my

previously erect penis quickly went limp. I've never even been to a brothel. I can never get an erection with a woman I don't have feelings for. It feels like foreigners really do have sex for the sake of sex. As long as they have physical needs, they'll take care of them. It gives me the feeling that Sister Wei is now using me as her sex tool. Thinking about this, I don't want to continue. Sister Wei looked at me, as if she could read my mind, and said, "Dong, I'm not a casual person. I believe in your feelings for me. Today, I really want to do it..." #As
she spoke, Sister Wei dragged me to the bathroom, wanting me to shower with her. With her back to me, she quickly took off her dress, bent over, and turned her back to me, asking, "Do you want it?" When I saw her sexy, big butt in that thong, I felt something rise in my nose, and my little brother, uncooperatively, got hard again. I reached over and patted Sister Wei's big butt twice; it was very soft and smooth, but lacked elasticity. Sister Wei said, "Shower first, then draw the curtain. I'll shower outside." We finished quickly, and Sister Wei wrapped herself in a nightgown while I wore a scarf. Sister Wei immediately gave me a passionate kiss, then dragged me to the sofa where we had been drinking, pushed me down, and kissed my way down my neck, circling my navel with her tongue.

I couldn't resist, so I pressed her head down with one hand and moved the other hand across her back. Sister Wei untied my scarf and quickly took my penis into her mouth. It felt much better than a woman's mouth. Sister Wei knew how to give oral sex. In her mouth, I could feel her tongue moving in sync with her mouth, while her hand slowly stroked my testicles. I felt like I was going to ejaculate in less than two minutes. Not wanting to be too embarrassed, I immediately rolled over and pinned Sister Wei down, forcefully pulling off her nightgown. I saw her huge breasts underneath, her nipples were also very large and dark in color, especially her areolas, which were unusually large. I pressed my head against hers and kissed her, feeling the foreigner's body. I grabbed her other breast with one hand; it was very large, soft, and smooth, like a balloon, but it didn't have much elasticity. I continued kissing her

until I reached her genitals. Wei Jie exclaimed, "Oh yeah, come on!" Then I saw something else: Wei Jie had body hair. Holy crap, aren't those foreign pornographic films supposed to be completely hairless? How could she have hair? I started licking her pubic hair. Wei Jie lifted her legs, letting me lick her vagina. When I put my head close, I smelled a very strong, pungent odor. I couldn't stand it and immediately turned my head away. To avoid Wei Jie thinking I minded her body odor, I immediately inserted two fingers. Wei Jie's vagina felt very empty; my two fingers couldn't feel any tightness. There wasn't much lubrication, so I couldn't probe too hard. Sister Wei also felt too dry and uncomfortable. She reached into the drawer and took out a bottle of lubricant for me. I understood without saying anything, pulled out my finger and applied it,

then put some in her vagina and inserted it again. After a while, Sister Wei felt it and spread her legs wide, stimulating her clitoris with both hands, moaning. I had heard about the endurance of foreign women, and several minutes passed. My hand started to go numb, but Sister Wei hadn't reached orgasm yet. I was a little dissatisfied, but I still kept stimulating her. Finally, just when my hand was about to break, Sister Wei shouted "yeahyeahyes!" I thought she must have orgasmed. I didn't immediately insert it; the numbness in my hand made my penis droop, and I immediately lost the pleasure. Sister Wei made me lie down,
and she was on top of me. She used her mouth to make my penis hard, then sat on top of me and started moving her hips up and down frantically. But I didn't feel much. I just felt my penis going into an empty hole. The vagina didn't grip my penis at all, and I didn't feel any pleasure. Is there really such a big difference between the penises of Asians and Caucasians, or are foreign women's vaginas just too loose? Then I remembered what it felt like to insert my fingers. I'd measured it myself, and the glans was exactly the width of two of my fingers. If I didn't feel any tightness in the vagina when I inserted my fingers, I
definitely wouldn't feel anything when I inserted my penis. Thinking about it, I thought about asking Sister Wei to just finish me off orally. But at this moment, Sister Wei turned around. Since her vagina couldn't give her pleasure, she took the lubricant,

spat out my penis, applied a large amount of it, then lay down and applied a lot to her anus. I was stunned. Could it be... could it be that anal penetration is so pleasurable? I'd never experienced anal penetration before. Without a word, I activated my aphrodisiac and thrust my penis into her anus. Because of the lubricant, it was relatively easy to insert. Only then did I feel the tightness inside her anus. It was my first time anal penetration, and I didn't care whether it would bring Sister Wei pleasure; I just kept thrusting. Sister Wei's anus, stimulated, also became aroused, and she started moaning "oh oh yeah en en yes yes." After a while, I ejaculated inside her anus, then hugged Sister Wei and rested for a while.
We didn't do it a second time that night. The second time was three weeks later. It was the same feeling; the foreign woman's vagina couldn't give me pleasure. It was very loose, and her body odor was quite strong. We only felt pleasure during anal sex. After the second time, Wei and I remained friends, like siblings, but there was no third time. Perhaps I couldn't satisfy her, and I only felt pleasure during anal sex or oral sex. Afterwards, we went back to our own lives. This is my first post, so please forgive my poor writing skills.

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