My favorite hostess

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I met Ying when we were entertaining clients. We hired several girls to accompany us for drinks; they were all from Dalian University of Foreign Languages (DUFL). These girls were genuine university students, and they even wore their school badges, so they were basically certified to work. That was in 2005. I had just become a department head and was invited to visit a branch office in Dalian to help with appearances and cultivate client relationships, to show our importance. During the dinner, the local pre-sales manager hired several girls to liven up the atmosphere. Actually, I had studied in Dalian and was quite familiar with this kind of work arrangement at DUFL. I had even heard that DUFL girls only slept with foreign men, which I found quite distasteful. But distaste aside, having pretty girls sitting next to me made all that disdain seem insignificant. The manager who hosted the dinner told me that their work arrangements varied: some would sit anywhere, some only served foreigners, and some only accompanied clients for drinks. The girls we hired were just for drinking. At first, we only exchanged pleasantries with the bureau leaders, neglecting the beautiful women around us. But after drinking a bit more, we started chatting with the woman next to us. She said she was a sophomore majoring in German. I asked her how her job situation was, and she said that learning a less common language is a matter of luck because it's rarely used and few people study it. If someone happens to need it, it's fine, but otherwise, it's quite difficult. I mentioned that our company has a branch in Germany and I could recommend her for a position. She was clearly very interested and became much closer to me. Later, she took my hand under the table. After the party, I asked the driver to take her home. When the driver returned, he told me that she had asked for my phone number.

The next morning, I received a good morning text from her. I replied, and she sent another, one after another, a back-and-forth exchange that seemed endless. This business trip was short; I returned to headquarters after only a few days. But Ying and I kept in touch via text. Undeniably, the vivacity and cuteness of young girls attracted me, so no matter how busy I was at work, I would still reply to her texts. Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and our feelings for each other deepened. The telecom operator in Dalian is quite picky. Because of a technical detail issue—a promise made before, but perhaps due to a misunderstanding—they felt we hadn't fulfilled it and started complaining. I had to go and explain in person again. Actually, everyone has a chance to meet. Despite their complaints before meeting, after a few kind words, they felt a little embarrassed and explained that their superiors were concerned and therefore anxious. Once both sides understood, things quickly calmed down. However, the local office manager felt it was so easy to resolve, and wondered how the technical support staff and account manager hadn't been able to solve it for so long, so he gave them a good scolding. I told Ying before coming to Dalian, and she was overjoyed. She called me every time she had free that evening. In the hotel, I made her coffee. She hugged me from behind, her face pressed against my back. I was a little nervous; I'd always been the one to initiate, so this time I felt a bit awkward being the passive one. But under Ying's gentle embrace, that awkwardness quickly disappeared. I turned and hugged her back. Ying tilted her head back and gave me a sweet kiss. Ying's slender and well-developed body was irresistible to any man. We kissed passionately. I stroked Ying's breasts; even through what seemed to be a soft bra, I could still feel their firmness and fullness. From the beginning, she called me "brother." Her bra was the kind that opens from the front. I didn't know how, and I fumbled around in the back for ages but couldn't find where to unhook it. Ying chuckled and unhooked it herself, revealing a pair of firm, full breasts. I held them in my hands and stroked them. Ying then took off her clothes, which were almost completely undone, and bent down to pull down her pants. She stood naked in front of me, smiling. Her perfect figure made me dizzy. She squatted down while I stood. She unhooked my pants, and my penis sprang out. She looked up at me and smiled, then took it into her mouth. I loved the feeling of her soft, warm mouth. She was very skilled, and I quickly felt like I was about to ejaculate. I was afraid it would be too embarrassing, so I told her I wanted to do it. She obediently climbed onto the bed, stuck out her buttocks, and looked back at me with a dazed look in her eyes. I stood by the bed and rubbed my penis against her vagina a few times. At this time, I didn't look closely at her vagina, but it was wet. When I rubbed, her buttocks swayed back and forth to match my teasing. Later, we both thrust forward at the same time, and my penis went in easily. It was tight and slippery. She let out a long "Ah..." I penetrated to the deepest part. We both seemed to be still savoring the penetration just now, and we remained in this position without moving. After a while, Ying began to move back and forth actively, her vagina swallowing and spitting out my penis. I held her alluring buttocks; Ying's figure was hourglass-shaped, exceptionally beautiful, especially when she was on top of me, and I was fucking her from behind. Ying liked to close her eyes during this, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of thrusting. Holding her buttocks from behind, I thrust hard, and she would let out an "Ah!" As we progressed, her moans changed; the harder I thrust, the more she would moan, and when it was faster, her "Ah!"s were almost continuous. After we finished, we lay side-by-side on the bed. Ying said, "Brother, you should learn more techniques." I asked her, "Have you ever met someone with really good techniques?" "Anyway, much better than you," she said. I felt ashamed, almost crying. I couldn't believe that someone who considered himself experienced with many women would be ridiculed by a young girl for lacking technique. Seeing my somewhat dazed expression, she laughed and said she was just teasing me. She asked me, "Does your sister-in-law suck your dick?" I didn't expect her to use that word and asked her why she used it. She said, "Then what's his name?" I didn't know how to answer, so I just said, "Call me whatever you want." She chuckled. She asked, "Then how about oral sex?" I'd been married to my wife for four or five years, and our sex life wasn't as passionate anymore. I said, "I've done it before." She asked, "Is it as good as mine?" I didn't know what she meant by comparing herself to my wife. A little worried she might have other requests, I said my wife and I had shared hardships together, we were like the closest of family, sex wasn't so important anymore, the key was mutual understanding. She asked, "If she knew how excited you were when you were having sex with me, would she understand?" I didn't know how to answer. Ying was probably unhappy that I was praising other women while we were having sex. I knew my timing was inappropriate, so I tried to change the subject, saying, "Making love with you is so comfortable, I haven't felt this good in a long time." It was to please her, but also the truth. She lay there, and I turned to face her, caressing her breasts. "I didn't expect your body to be more attractive than your face," I said. With my attempt to salvage the situation, the awkward atmosphere gradually disappeared. We were talking about sex, and she said she really enjoys talking during sex. I said, "Why didn't you talk during sex earlier?" She apologized, and I said I love listening. I asked her what she likes to say, and she said she can only say those things during sex. Since I've already started writing this part, I'll finish it first. As I caressed her, I unconsciously touched between her legs, feeling her thin labia. I wanted to see her vulva, but of course, I wouldn't be foolish enough to ask directly. I started kissing her, and she responded. Our tongues intertwined, and slowly I moved down to kiss her breasts. Her breasts were round and full. I kissed them for a long time, stimulating the protruding point with my lips and teeth, and they quickly began to swell. Ying started moaning, "Brother, I want it." I knew she was aroused, but I hadn't seen her vulva yet. I said I would give it to her, and I continued kissing downwards to her thighs, starting by kissing only the inside of her thighs. The skin there was really tender and soft. At the same time, I observed her vulva. Her labia were small and thin. Although I had just had sex with her recently, her vulva wasn't open at all; it was just a thin slit. Many women have some freckles or freckles around their vulva, but Ying's wasn't like that; it was even more tender, probably because she had just had sex. It was a little pink, but it made her even cuter. I said, "Your vulva is so beautiful." She asked, "Do you like it, brother?" I said I did. She leaned closer to the headboard, half-lying down, so she could see my movements. She stroked my head, but I could clearly feel her intentionally pressing my head towards her vulva. I kissed around her vulva before finally settling on it. Her labia were very soft, and it felt wonderful in my mouth. She was a little aroused. "Brother, you're so naughty," she said. I didn't answer her, continuing to savor her youthful vulva. Although it was just a slit, it was already very wet under my touch. I'm not just saying the outside was wet with my saliva, but the inside was too. She kept stroking my hair, and I occasionally reached out to comfort her neglected breasts. I easily opened her tightly closed vulva with my tongue. It was wet and slippery. I licked from one end of the slit to the other in one smooth motion. With each lick, she seemed to twitch, clinging tightly to my head. I asked her if it felt good. She said, "Good, good," as if she couldn't wait and wanted me to continue giving her sweet treats. A beautiful woman's desires cannot be ignored. I lowered my head and continued to suckle her labia, opening her vulva with my tongue. Each lick went deeper than the last. After a few strokes, my tongue touched her clitoris. The most striking thing about Ying was how soft her entire vulva was, so incredibly pleasurable. Perhaps she was born to be fucked by men. I gently bit her clitoris with my teeth, and she kept moaning, "Ah...ah," "Brother, you're so naughty...ah..." After playing for about half an hour, her legs seemed a little weak, and she let me do whatever I wanted. A lot of vaginal fluid was flowing out, mixing with my saliva, running down her buttocks and thighs onto the sheets. She said it itched because of the fluid, and I thought she meant her vagina. I gently bit her labia a few times and asked if it was still itchy. She said no, and I realized she meant her anus. I gently pressed it with my finger, and she twisted her body. I asked if anyone had ever entered her there. She immediately objected, saying absolutely not, though she used to be kissed a lot, but I wasn't interested. She didn't say anything more. After a while, she said, "Brother, you're so good." I asked how she was good. She just said she was good. She said, "Brother, let me give you a service." I knew what she meant, and of course I agreed. I sat on the bed, and she straddled my legs, occasionally running her hand through her long, flowing hair. She took my penis into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. After a while, she asked me, "Brother, do you think it's dirty?" I said no. She said, "Oh, brother, then lie down." I didn't know why she said that, but I listened to her and lay down. She kissed my penis, moving downwards, and then I felt her kissing slowly reach my anus. I couldn't help but...She flinched, then laughed. I sensed Ying was incredibly open, almost without any taboos. But a woman like that, if you were with her, you probably wouldn't find it offensive. She asked me, "Did your sister-in-law do this for you?" I said no. I asked her if she'd done it for anyone else. She said no, only other people kissed her, which I didn't quite believe. As I did this, she knelt, her buttocks raised. I reached behind her and stroked her vulva with my fingers. She stopped kissing me, stood up, straddled me, reached behind her legs, and held my penis. She sat down, and I quickly said, "You're raping me!" She laughed, saying, "Look how powerful I am!" I was already close to ejaculating after her ministrations. Her rising and falling, her full breasts tempting me, her tight vulva teasing my sensitive area—I knew I'd come quickly, given her pace. I immediately rolled over and pinned her beneath me. She said, "You're going to rape me too!" I told her I'd show her what I was capable of, and after calming myself down, I thrust forcefully into her vagina, then paused, slowly pulling out to slow the pace. Ying's moans grew increasingly beautiful, but eventually they seemed to just stay in her throat, not coming out. I figured it was about time, and after a final thrust, Ying climaxed, and I ejaculated too. I stayed on top of her for a long time until Ying went limp and slipped off her. Neither of us wanted to leave each other, savoring the afterglow of our climaxes. Suddenly, she asked urgently, "What time is it?" I shifted slightly on top of her, glancing at my watch on the bedside table; it looked around 10. She hurriedly said, "Oh no, oh no, quick!" and started looking for clothes. I'd thought she'd stay with me today, but it seemed there was still something wrong. I followed her to find clothes, asking her what was going on as I dressed. She kept saying, "Oh no, this is terrible." When we got to the elevator, she said her parents checked on her every day around 10 AM, calling her dorm. They'd heard the school's atmosphere wasn't great, so they were worried about their precious daughter and called every day to check up on her. I suggested she call her parents from her dorm and say she was doing laundry; they'd be reassured if they saw the number was from their dorm. She smiled knowingly, "You're such a clever liar, so quick to tell a lie," she teased me. I told her I was always so good at giving advice to others, but never about my own. She giggled and put her arm around mine. Honestly, at that moment, I had a strange feeling, like I was back in college, around 20 years old. The girl beside me seemed to have a magical effect, like a youth-restoring drug, making me temporarily forget my identity and the era I lived in. I'd originally planned to drive her home, but I hadn't expected a car, so I hadn't asked the driver for the keys. Now it was late, and it wouldn't be good for people to know about my less-than-honorable deeds. I took a taxi to take her to school. When I saw the school's iron gate was locked, I was worried for her. She said it was okay, the gap was big enough to squeeze through. She said this gate didn't seem to be the main gate of their school. She pointed it out to me, saying, "Didn't you see all those girls being affectionate with their lovers?" Indeed, there were many girls embracing and kissing outside the gate, a rather impressive row. I thought to myself, "What has become of universities?" But then I remembered they were kissing my Yingying below me just now... my memory was a bit off. Was it the dormitory gate, not the school gate? I couldn't remember clearly, but I had a very vivid memory of one particular gate because I met a very interesting person there. After getting out of the taxi, C went to the gate. I thought the gap wasn't big enough to squeeze through, so out of curiosity, I watched her try. She turned sideways, squeezed hard, and with a loud bang, she was safely through. The whole scene was very dramatic; I couldn't help but laugh, and she chuckled too. When we got to the school, she wasn't in a rush because of the suggestion I'd given her earlier. We kissed through the fence. I asked her if she wanted to go back. I meant back to the hotel. She said, "What do you think? Do you want me to go back?" I nodded sincerely. She nodded too. Just as she was about to go back, she noticed a girl next to her, who was probably not so slim, was stuck. Her friend was still pulling her from inside. She almost cried, saying, "I could squeeze through a few days ago, have I gained weight?" Several people near our door were worried for her and offered suggestions. Eventually, the girl took off all her clothes except for her bra, and she managed to squeeze through. Ying and I laughed about it even after we got back to the hotel. Ying said her parents were worried when she called, but after she explained, everything was fine. I said I was really sorry to her parents, that I'd hurt our precious daughter so badly. She smiled and said, "I did it for them." Actually, no matter how strictly others manage her, it's useless. The key is to look at yourself. Like Ying, her parents must think she is incredibly well-behaved and pure, but she has still been with countless men, and even had other men's penises in her mouth. If her parents saw me penetrating her eloquent little mouth in bed, I don't know how angry they would be. But I get inexplicably excited just thinking about it.We were about to go back when we found a girl next to us who, perhaps not so slim, was stuck. Her friend was still pulling her out, and the girl, almost crying, said, "I could squeeze through a few days ago, have I gained weight?" Several people around us were worried for her and offered suggestions. Eventually, the girl took off all her clothes except her bra and managed to squeeze through. Ying and I laughed about it all the way back to the hotel. Ying said her parents were worried when she called, but after we talked, they were fine. I apologized to her parents, saying I had been so rough with our precious daughter. She smiled and said, "I did it willingly." Actually, no matter how strict others are, it's useless. The key is in yourself. Like Ying, her parents must think she's incredibly innocent and pure, but she's still been with countless men, even had other men's penises in her mouth. If her parents saw me penetrating her eloquent little mouth in bed, I don't know how angry they would be. But just thinking about it makes me inexplicably excited.We were about to go back when we found a girl next to us who, perhaps not so slim, was stuck. Her friend was still pulling her out, and the girl, almost crying, said, "I could squeeze through a few days ago, have I gained weight?" Several people around us were worried for her and offered suggestions. Eventually, the girl took off all her clothes except her bra and managed to squeeze through. Ying and I laughed about it all the way back to the hotel. Ying said her parents were worried when she called, but after we talked, they were fine. I apologized to her parents, saying I had been so rough with our precious daughter. She smiled and said, "I did it willingly." Actually, no matter how strict others are, it's useless. The key is in yourself. Like Ying, her parents must think she's incredibly innocent and pure, but she's still been with countless men, even had other men's penises in her mouth. If her parents saw me penetrating her eloquent little mouth in bed, I don't know how angry they would be. But just thinking about it makes me inexplicably excited.

Ying's figure constantly attracted me, and after we got to the hotel, we inevitably had another passionate encounter. Having learned from our previous experiences, we were both much more open this time. We tried many positions, and later it wasn't just about satisfying our sexual desires, but about having fun. We also shared our experiences. I told her about my relationship with C and other people, and she told me about her conflicts with her boyfriend and his mother—I was stunned, she was already having problems with her future mother-in-law before even graduating. I asked her if she had ever been sexually assaulted while working part-time. She said that it was actually unavoidable in part-time work; her friends who worked with her weren't actually prostitutes, but without exception, they had all been sexually assaulted by clients. I asked her why, and she said that sometimes she was so drunk that she didn't even realize she was being bought, let alone sexually assaulted. I said that was quite dangerous, why do it in the first place? She said it didn't matter, since it wasn't her first time, and being sexually assaulted once more wouldn't be a huge loss, and the women they worked with were all of high quality, not too disgusting. High-quality women taking advantage of drunk people—I couldn't help but worry about this naive girl. Although Ying's sex life wasn't entirely free of restraint, she's still a good girl. I've never judged a woman's character solely based on her sex life. After all, everyone is different, and everyone's physiological needs are different. It's inevitable to make mistakes when sexual desire is high around age 20. Exchanging bodies not for money or profit isn't an unforgivable sin. Some girls are very pure and virtuous, but many marry for money or a house. I wouldn't say they're necessarily any purer than Ying. But that doesn't mean they're bad. People have different needs, and in a diverse society, we need to be tolerant of things we consider wrong or bad for society to progress. However, there should be standards before doing these things. I think the most basic principles are: first, don't harm others' interests; consider others' feelings; second, don't sacrifice dignity. Dignity is the most important thing; without it, everything else is meaningless. Of course, I've also done things that weren't ethical, such as having sex with a married man, which is wrong. So I hope everyone doesn't follow my example; if you're going to find someone, find someone who isn't married. Actually, I still feel guilty towards C and the other married women I met later, and their husbands. I wonder how they feel about their husbands, and I hope their feelings are stronger than mine. I also hope their husbands can forgive them; they didn't intentionally do anything to hurt anyone.

[The End]

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