Finding joy in hardship

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A Tragic Life
in the North, in the dead of winter, with heavy snow falling.
If I live a life incongruous with my status, I constantly feel like I'm standing on a slant, so I have to constantly adjust my posture, finding an angle that corresponds to the sloping ground, just to maintain my standing position... My anxiety always arises precisely on cue. No matter where I am, no matter what I'm doing, as soon as darkness falls, I immediately feel a dull, indescribable pain of anxiety rising from the bottom of my stomach, slowly climbing up, seeping to the left, spreading to the right, until finally my entire stomach feels hard and heavy, like a giant boulder lodged in the very center of my body. At night, my husband's cough worsens amidst this anxiety, coughing all night long, and the medication only makes it more severe. Inside, I dared not light the stove, afraid the smoke would choke him. My sick daughter, shivering from the cold, huddled at the foot of the bed, refusing to answer my questions. The kind-hearted grandmother next door brought over a kettle of hot water early in the morning, and I busied myself pouring it for my husband, hoping to warm him up a little.

Early in the morning, as a ray of sunlight streamed through the dilapidated window, my husband's cough suddenly stopped. He gasped, "Wife, get the child something to eat, don't let her go hungry." With that, he lay down and closed his eyes. I nodded, put on my cotton coat, and went outside. As soon as I opened the door, snowflakes blew in, and I quickly went out to close it again. Ah! How cold it was! The world seemed frozen solid, everything a blanket of white. The alleyway gradually began to stir again; families were starting their day's work, wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, creating a unique scene against the backdrop of pure white.
At the entrance of the alley, there were small stalls hawking their wares: fried dough sticks, soy milk, millet porridge, steamed buns… the air thick with the aroma of food.

I walked weakly to the alley entrance, where a few scattered people were buying breakfast.
"A bowl of red bean porridge, two steamed buns, and two fried dough sticks," I
said, pulling out a dollar and fifty cents and handing it over. "Two yuan! The oil price has gone up," said the oil-stained vendor.
I hesitated, then pulled out another fifty cents and gave it to him.

He looked up at me, then wrapped the food up and handed it to me, saying, "Walk slowly, the road is slippery."
I didn't say anything, carrying the food, and slowly walked home.
Once home, I quickly divided the food, splitting the red bean porridge, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks into two portions. My sick daughter, drawn by the aroma, crawled over along the bed frame, and my husband started coughing again. I went over and helped him sit on the bed, patting his back as I said, "Have something to eat? Sigh, why are you coughing so much?"
My husband said, "Hehe... Don't take that medicine anymore, it's useless. We can save the money to buy something for the girl..."
I shook my head and said, "Save what? At worst, I'll go out and risk my life."
My husband suddenly became anxious, his coughing intensified, and he pointed at me, saying, "You!... Don't... Hehe..." The intense coughing made it impossible for him to continue speaking.
I quickly patted his back and coaxed him, saying, "Okay, okay, I misspoke, I'll listen to you, alright?... Here, have some breakfast."
I brought breakfast and placed it in front of him.
He pushed my hand away and said, "No, feed our daughter first. I'm not hungry yet."

I looked at him; the sunlight shone on his face. Though only in his thirties, his face was full of wrinkles, making him look over sixty. Years of illness had ravaged him beyond recognition; his 1.8-meter frame was nothing but skin and bones. Looking at him, I felt nothing but pity. Finally, his coughing stopped, and my husband closed his eyes and lay down quietly, his breathing gradually becoming even. I lifted our sick daughter from the bed and placed her on a stool, feeding her her breakfast spoonful by spoonful. Suddenly, she asked, "Mom, is it light now?"
I looked out the window. By then, the snow had completely stopped, and the sunlight shone brightly on the snowflakes.
I looked at my daughter; she was a spitting image of me—oval face, big eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, petite stature, a slightly larger mouth. The only difference was the grayness in her large eyes. This child was born sickly. I had wanted to see a doctor, but in a family like ours, supporting a husband bedridden was already a struggle; how could we afford medical care for our daughter?
I stroked her hair, long and disheveled, falling across her face. I gently brushed it aside while feeding her a steamed bun. I softly said, "It's cloudy today, the streetlights are still on. Eat quickly." My
daughter stared at me with her empty eyes, saying nothing more.
After feeding her, I carried her to bed, where she played with her tattered rag doll.

In fact, I used to work as a hostess in a city nightclub. Back then, I was young, beautiful, had a great figure, was promiscuous, and had a great job. Many men pursued me, but as long as they could afford it, I never refused. Later, during a routine raid, the police shut down the nightclub. That very night, I was serving customers on the second floor. In the chaos, I jumped, injuring my leg badly. To this day, I have to walk slowly and awkwardly.

After several months of recovery, my price plummeted. I went from a high-class hostess to a third-rate one, with prices so low I couldn't believe it—less than a hundred yuan for a night with me! I left the nightclub in a fit of anger. Later, I used my old connections to work as a hostess in several large nightclubs in the city, but unfortunately, things didn't go well. As I got older, I gradually considered retiring. It was then that I met my current husband. He was incredibly handsome back then! He owned a small factory and drove there and back every day. I always thought I was unworthy of him, being a hostess with a bad leg, but strangely enough, he fell for me! After several encounters, we got together. I once asked him, "Don't you care that I used to be a prostitute?" He looked at me and said, "I don't care about your past, but if you ever dare to go out and do it again, I'll cripple you, and then I'll support you for the rest of your life." I suddenly felt like I had found my lifelong support and vowed to live a good life with him.
Sweet days are the best. A year later, we had a baby daughter. But since our daughter's birth, it seemed like misfortune had befallen us. First, we discovered that our daughter had health problems. After a hospital examination, we found out that she had a congenital heart defect and amblyopia, with blurred vision.
We went to many hospitals to treat our daughter, spending money like water, but ultimately there was no result. At this time, my husband's factory also began to decline. Sales were poor, products were outdated, and the factory couldn't pay wages. With our daughter's illness and the factory's problems, my husband's temper gradually became volatile. He drank all day long, would slam his fist on the table and glare at me at the slightest provocation, and when he was drunk, he would hit me. I could only silently endure it. Gradually, my husband took all the money and savings from the house. Later, he even sold off all the valuables, and the factory went bankrupt. I tried to question him a few times, but all I got was a beating, so I stopped asking. Later I found out that he was drinking heavily and was wasting his life, and the family's savings were quickly gone!
Within two years, we even sold our house…

After my husband was discharged from the hospital, he quit drinking, but he started coughing. At first, we didn't pay attention, but it got worse and worse. When we went to the hospital for a checkup, he was diagnosed with emphysema, a type of "alcohol poisoning." The doctor called me aside and said, "There's a 75% chance it will become cancerous. Conservatively speaking, it could very well be lung cancer…"
Now, only I know that those medications are just keeping him alive. I often tell myself, "As long as he can live one more day, I'd rather go back to being a prostitute. Even if he breaks my legs after he gets better, I'll accept it…"

The sun was already high in the sky. My daughter was asleep, hugging her doll, and my husband was also sleeping soundly. I stood up and gently covered them with blankets. I checked my pockets and realized I didn't have much money left. I calculated that it had only been half a month since I received the "minimum living allowance." The 350 yuan allowance each month was simply not enough for our family's livelihood, let alone having a sick husband and a sick daughter.
I quietly went out the door, quickly and carefully closing it behind me. I glanced through the window at them, who were fast asleep. Seeing I hadn't disturbed them,
I slowly walked towards the alley entrance. The ground was covered in snow. As I walked, I found a public phone booth at the end of the alley. I picked up the phone and dialed a number… My heart was filled with complex emotions. My mind was only focused on how to give my husband money to buy medicine, how my daughter still needed to go to school, and how my family needed to survive…
“Hello? Who is it?” A man's voice came through the phone.
I was silent for a moment, then said, “Ah Mao, it’s me.”
“Who are you?” Ah Mao said in a strange voice.
My anger surged to my head, and I suddenly yelled, "You can't even recognize me! You want to die?!" I felt like I was back in the old days...
This time, Ah Mao recognized me and exclaimed, "Oh! It's Sister Yu!! I'm so damn stupid! I didn't even recognize you, my older sister! I'm so stupid! Sister Yu, you... aren't you?"
I felt a little better and said to Ah Mao, "I need to talk to you. Tonight, Siping Gate."
Ah Mao stammered, "Oh, sis, I'm very busy right now..."
Before he could finish, I interrupted him. "If I don't see you by 8 PM, don't let me ever run into you again, I'll never forgive you!"
Ah Mao paused, then chuckled and said, "Sis, don't be angry, I was just kidding. Okay! 8 PM, Siping Gate."

Ah Mao is my sworn brother, a local thug, to put it bluntly, a local bully. Ah Mao has some influence, he controls several venues, and many discos and nightclubs are connected to him. He knows a lot of people.
I hung up the phone and slowly returned home.
Lunch was leftovers from breakfast. My husband, after some persuasion, ate a little, and my daughter ate some too. I called Amao, and I was feeling a bit hungry myself. I gave the two of them breakfast. I rummaged around for a while and only found half a bag of instant noodles, which I ate, saving the rest for dinner.
It gradually got dark, and the house started to get cold. To keep them warm, I wrapped them up tightly in the blankets. My husband had slept soundly during lunch. My daughter also slept peacefully.

I looked in the mirror, wiped my face, and smoothed my hair. Thankfully, I still retained a touch of mature womanly charm. After all, I was still a genuine country girl—fair-skinned, plump, and beautiful, with full cheeks, dark eyebrows that swept into my temples, exuding a spirited and unrestrained personality, free from love and hate, and content with whatever I wanted. My small, red lips are like the rich, almost dripping juice of pomegranate blossoms; a single dab would stain my fingernails. My smile is radiant, charming, and undeniably alluring. My features, though still youthful and delicate, are well-proportioned, with arched eyebrows and pearly white teeth. My naturally captivating eyes, paired with two arched eyebrows, make me incredibly beautiful. Although I'm over thirty, I possess the mature grace and figure of a woman in her prime. The noble air of poise, elegance, and grace I exude is unmatched by most mature women. Speaking of my figure, it's the most perfect among women! Tall and curvaceous, with measurements of 34-28-37. Even now, in my late twenties, my body remains well-proportioned, with a plump, pert bottom. My face has a slightly mixed Japanese and South Korean appearance. Standing among a group of women, it seems only my face stands out, making all the others pale in comparison. My skin is incredibly delicate and fair, and my fingers and toes are also spotless. I especially love and take great care of my size 37.5 feet and my jade-like, delicate toes. My toenails are trimmed to a point and coated with clear, glossy nail polish. I always wear a touch of perfume on my fair feet—so alluring, so captivating. It's just that my clothes are too shabby. My black pants are hand-me-downs from my husband, and my old-fashioned leather boots are probably unwanted even if thrown on the street. My worn-out blue winter coat is covered in stains. I know this is all I have for winter; I have no choice but to make do. Winter days are short-lived; it was already dark just after 6 pm. I looked at them, still fast asleep, and slowly walked out the door.

Sipingmen is far from my home, and I just wanted to walk there slowly. The streets were bustling with activity, crowded with people and vehicles. The streetlights were already on, illuminating the street brightly. The lights of the distant skyscrapers added to the city's nighttime ambiance, creating a scene of prosperity and tranquility. I finally arrived at Siping Gate at exactly 8 o'clock. I immediately spotted Amao talking to a few thugs. I called out, "Amao!"
Amao was tall, with dyed yellow hair, wearing an expensive leather jacket, a gold watch and chain on his wrist, and earrings. Hearing my call, A Mao suddenly turned around, walking towards me while scrutinizing me. He looked me over carefully again, then exclaimed, "Sister Yu? You're Sister Yu? You?... Oh my! My dear sister! What happened to you?! You're not wearing any decent clothes?!"
A few of A Mao's thugs also gathered around. One of them looked at me and suddenly laughed, "A beggar girl, huh?... Not bad looking, wanna have a fling?" Before
he could finish, A Mao slapped the guy hard across the face. The guy was stunned. A Mao roared, "Fuck your mother! If you say another word, I'll fucking tear you apart! Get lost! All of you get away from here! If you come any closer, I'll fucking lose my temper! Fuck your mother!" The thugs, probably never having seen A Mao so angry before, obediently retreated to the side.
Amao pulled me a few more steps until we reached the dim light of a streetlamp. He asked, "Sister Yu, what happened to you? How did you end up like this? I heard them say two years ago that you reformed and even made some money. How... how did you end up like this?"
To be honest, I don't have many relatives left. Amao could be considered one of them. Seeing him and hearing his question, I suddenly felt like I was seeing family. My heart warmed, and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. I started sobbing.
Amao got anxious and shouted, "What's wrong with you! Sister! You've never cried before. What's wrong? Say something! ...Did someone bully you? Hey! Sister, if anyone dares to bully us, tell me their name, and I'll beat them to a pulp within three days!..."
I shook my head, took his hand, and slowly recounted my experiences over the past few years. After talking to him for almost an hour, Ah Mao finally let out a long sigh and said, "Oh! Sis, to be honest, and you might not like it, but your life has been so hard!"

...

Afterwards, Ah Mao called over those thugs and led me to the bustling downtown area... I didn't want to get my hair done, but Ah Mao insisted on taking me to his hair salon and getting my hair done properly. Then he gave me some clothes, and finally took me to eat. Ah Mao said to me, "Sis, there's nothing else I can help you with. That's all. Is there anything else I can do to help?"
I looked at Ah Mao, gritted my teeth, and said to him, "I want to make money, back to my old profession. Can you help me make some connections?" Ah Mao was silent for a while, looked at me, and said, "Sister Yu, to be honest, haven't you suffered enough yet?"
I didn't say anything, just looked at Ah Mao.
Amao avoided my gaze and said, "Alright. If you want to do this, I'll do my best. But you know, sis, to be honest, you're getting on in years, and your health isn't good. Don't blame me for saying this, but even if you find someone, I doubt you can handle the torment now. And the payment won't be much. After all, there are plenty of young, beautiful girls out there. Sis, I'm telling you the truth from the start."
I nodded and said, "I know my own situation, but you can help me make the contact. I don't care how much you take."
Amao glared at me and shouted, "Sister Yu, what kind of person do you take me for? With our relationship, why would I take a bribe? Take my ass!"
As he left, Amao tossed me a pager and said, "Got it. I'll call you. I'll find you a place."

...

Sipingmen, a solitary room in an old building.
In the room, I sat naked on a stool. A young man stood before me, his penis erect, thick and long, sturdy. I held his buttocks with my hands, moving my head back and forth, patiently stroking the large glans with my mouth. The young man tilted his head back, moaning comfortably. The room was warm from the heating, and we were both sweating. Because we hadn't done it in a long time, my vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably.
I slowly stroked his buttocks with my hand. The man said, "Yueyue, come to my back in a bit."
I spat out his penis, looked up at him, and laughed, "Brother Zhang, still like this kind of thing?"
Brother Zhang laughed and said, "If you're going to play, play hard. Otherwise, you might as well masturbate."
I smiled and continued to suck his penis. Brother Zhang pulled me up and to the edge of the bed. He braced himself on the edge of the bed and stuck his buttocks out. I knelt behind him, spread his buttocks apart, and licked his anus while stroking his penis from the front. Brother Zhang grabbed my head and pressed it hard against his buttocks, then rubbed his buttocks up and down, muttering, "Ouch! Good! Lick harder!... Yes! Put your tongue in!... Put more force!... Ah!"
Brother Zhang's anus really smelled bad, but what could I do? To earn more money, I had to do anything.
I licked his anus desperately, thrusting my tongue in and out. Zhang Ge groaned with pleasure, his penis glistening with sticky, lustful fluid.
Suddenly, Zhang Ge turned around and shoved his penis directly into my mouth, thrusting his hips rapidly, his penis plunging deep into my throat until my eyes rolled back. Seeing my pitiful state, Zhang Ge's penis finally reached its peak hardness.

Zhang Ge pulled me onto the bed, put on a condom, and his penis was as hard as an iron rod. I lay face down on the bed, my plump buttocks sticking up high. Zhang Ge straddled me, his penis thrusting in and out rapidly and rhythmically, "Slap slap slap slap..." His penis slammed against my buttocks, and a large amount of sticky fluid gushed out from my vagina, making his penis even more slippery as he went in and out. While Zhang Ge was fucking me hard, he grabbed my hair and said, "So good!...Slutty! So slutty!"
I moaned lasciviously, laughing and saying, "Zhang Ge...Zhang Ge...Faster!...Fuck me until I orgasm!...Faster! Ah! Ah! Ah!...Ah!"
I squeezed my legs tightly together, my buttocks thrusting back wildly. Zhang Ge fucked me like he was riding a horse, shouting, "Come out!...Oh!...Pee! Pee hard!"
"Ah!..." My mind went blank, my whole body trembled, and a gush of hot urine that I had been holding back for so long spurted out with a "whoosh," spraying yellow urine onto the bed.
Seeing that my hot urine had been made to spray out by his fucking, Brother Zhang became even more excited. He inserted his penis inside me and pulled me from the head of the bed to the floor with a forceful tug. I limped slowly around the room, Brother Zhang continuing to fuck me hard from behind. As I spun, I continued to urinate, hot urine spraying onto the floor.
Brother Zhang pulled his penis out, and I swayed, almost falling to the floor. I finished urinating and also released several streams of vaginal fluid.
Brother Zhang gripped the base of his penis, which trembled and thrust several times, almost causing him to ejaculate. He finally managed to suppress the urge, then took a deep breath, patted my buttocks, and said, "Come on, fuck my ass."
I stood in the center of the room, legs slightly apart, hands on my knees, and bent over, sticking my buttocks out. Brother Zhang stood behind me, spreading my buttocks to expose my anus. He aimed his penis and thrust it in forcefully, all the way in! I cried out, "Ouch!" Brother Zhang began to slowly sway his hips back and forth, his hard penis moving in and out of my anus.
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak..." "Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap..." The dry penis went in and out of my anus. Brother Zhang suddenly pulled his penis out, turned it in front of me, and said, "Come on, suck it hard a couple of times, make sure you have plenty of saliva."

I looked up, opened my mouth, and took the smelly, pungent penis into my mouth, sucking it hard. Brother Zhang was stimulated, and he thrust his penis hard into my mouth a couple more times before pulling it out. I spat twice at his penis, and Brother Zhang came back behind me, thrusting his penis in again. This time, Brother Zhang fucked my ass faster, and I cried out wildly, "Ah! Ah!! Ah! Brother Zhang! So good! So good!... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!... Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" Brother
Zhang held my buttocks and fucked me quickly with his penis. His big penis, lubricated by saliva, slid and moved smoothly in and out of my ass. I felt waves of tightness in my ass, and I clenched my anus tightly with each thrust, gripping his penis while my vaginal fluids flowed incessantly.

Brother Zhang fucked me hard twice, then pulled out his penis and pulled me to the bed. I obediently lay down on the bed, resting my head on the edge. Brother Zhang took off the condom, lifted his leg, straddled my chest, pinched my nipples, and thrust his penis hard into my mouth, fucking me hard for a while. Suddenly, he screamed, "Ouch!" "..." He spurted out a stream of white semen.
While rapidly masturbating, he sprayed it into my open mouth, the white semen splashing onto my tongue. I just watched him with a grin until he could no longer ejaculate, then I swallowed the semen with a "gulp"...

After finishing, I was completely exhausted and paralyzed. I barely managed to help Brother Zhang take a hot shower in the bathroom. The man felt refreshed after the hot shower, and he was instantly invigorated. He put on his thick clothes, tidied his head, and then took out several large bills from his wallet, stuffed them into my hand, and said with a smile, "Next time I come, I'll page you first."
I smiled and counted the money, saying happily, "Thank you, brother! You always give me more! Next time you come, please page me, come again next time!"
I saw Brother Zhang off, counting the money while figuring out how to divide it. Then we got a Yi man, in his forties, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a long penis. He was dark-skinned, tall, thin, and somewhat dirty. I didn't like him, but he insisted on having me, and since he was a guest, I had no choice but to serve him. He only liked one position: he made me stand in the middle of the room, lifted one of my legs with his arm, exposing my vagina, and made me wrap my arms around his neck. He held me and thrust into me hard. His penis was very long, and it hurt a lot. I didn't like this dirty guy, so I angrily said, "It hurts! I'm not doing it anymore!" But the Yi man was very strong, and he held me tightly, so I couldn't break free and had to let him vent his desires. While he was fucking me, he also touched my breasts and made me try to stand up properly so he could hold my two large breasts, his body constantly writhing, his entire buttocks covered in wet, glistening sweat. With the last bit of strength I had left, I clenched my anus tightly and opened my legs even wider. My feminine modesty had long been overwhelmed by the overwhelming lust. My clitoris slowly swelled, peeking out from under the foreskin with elasticity. The man knew the time was ripe, and he gently stroked my wet, slippery cleft with just one finger. "Very good! Let's see how you escape! The hair is in the urethra! Hehe!" Now he was truly enjoying playing with my urethra. The Yi man used his fingernail to pry open the urethra, casually picked up a vegetable root, and used the tip to touch the deeper part of the urethra. The tender flesh of the urethral wall opened and closed like a fish's mouth, and then hot, sticky vaginal fluid mixed with urine dripped down the vegetable root and onto the ground. "Hmm...hmm...oh...oh..." I raised my buttocks to meet him, "Ah...oh oh!" I arched my back violently and moaned, the intense pleasure quickly numbing my sensitive body. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I collapsed to the ground with my hair all over my face. That kind of itchy, painful sensation that made me lose my mind caused my vagina to spasm continuously, and I experienced repeated orgasms. It was more painful and shameful than death! He didn't release me until he ejaculated after twenty minutes of sex. Being fucked in that position for over twenty minutes left me with a sore back and aching waist; I could barely walk afterward. Afterward, I quickly dressed and rushed to the hospital.
...

It's been over a month since I last saw Amao. These past few days, I've been working day and night, enduring all sorts of hardships with my clients, hoping to raise some money to get my husband into a better hospital. I entrusted my sick daughter to Amao, who sent her to his maternal grandmother's house. I visited her; she's a very kind old lady, so I feel at ease. However, my husband's health is deteriorating. Although he's in the hospital, we can only stay in a regular ward. His cough is getting worse, and he's started bleeding. The doctor has repeatedly told me seriously that I should be prepared because his emphysema has been present for too long and has progressed to the point of potentially causing lung cancer. The cheapest treatment is chemotherapy and radiotherapy twice a week, which costs tens of thousands of yuan—I can't afford it! I can only barely stay in the hospital, hoping he can live one more day. When I arrived at the hospital, I first went to the inpatient department and handed over the money I had saved over the past few days to the accountant. Then I went to the cafeteria, bought some food, and brought it to my husband's ward. Ah Mao was really kind; he specifically instructed two of his thugs to guard the hospital. As soon as I entered, the two thugs stood up, politely greeted me as "Sister Yu," and then left. I looked at my husband, whose body was covered in tubes, and my heart skipped a beat; tears almost welled up in my eyes. Perhaps my husband had a premonition, because he opened his eyes. Seeing me, he also forced a smile. He wanted to cry, but he didn't even have the strength; he just sobbed dryly.
Seeing that he was awake, I quickly wiped away my tears and asked him softly, "Would you like something to eat?"
My husband closed his eyes and gently shook his head, then opened his eyes and looked at me. I sat beside him, holding his hand, and we looked at each other silently. Everything was expressed in our eyes.
The northwest wind howled again outside, as if in mourning. The strong wind brought rain and snow, scattering snowflakes that danced in the air. Night fell on the city. The ward was quiet, as if time had frozen. In this forgotten corner of the city, there was me and my husband.
It was 7 pm when I left the hospital. My pager rang, and I quickly returned the call.
"Sister Yu, I've introduced two friends to your place. See you in a bit," Amao said succinctly.
I hung up and rushed back to Sipingmen. Amao warmly introduced me to the two guests. One was Mr. Zhang, of medium height, in his thirties, not fat, and with a cultured air, dressed fashionably. The other was Mr. Xu, a little shorter than Mr. Zhang, in his thirties, plump, with a smiling face, and dressed tastefully.
As I saw Amao out, he suddenly whispered to me, "They have a lot of money, so we've taken good care of them."
I nodded.
After locking the door, I smiled and said to them, "Bosses, please don't be shy, have a seat."
As I spoke, I walked between them and slowly took off my clothes. Boss Xu, being quite experienced, laughed and said, "Sister, you're so forthright! You'll have to be very open and lively serving us!"
I laughed and said, "Alright, alright!! You two are Amao's friends, not outsiders, so I won't stand on ceremony with you. We're all out having fun, right? Here, let me help you take off your clothes."
After saying that, I helped Zhang and Xu take off their clothes. Upon closer inspection, I noticed both men were clean and their penises were clean, neither too big nor too small. I pulled them onto the bed and slowly stroked their penises, laughing, "Wow! What a big catch! Mr. Xu, your penis is quite something!"
Their hands were groping my body, and Mr. Xu chuckled, "Sister, don't flatter me! I know what I'm doing."
I smiled at Mr. Zhang and said, "Oh dear! Mr. Zhang, your penis isn't small either!" Then I said to them, "To tell you the truth! I've done this..." "This is the first time in all these years I've encountered such a big cock! So thick and long! It'll definitely be awesome to fuck him later!"
Under my small hands' caresses, Boss Zhang and Boss Xu's cocks gradually hardened. While I was stroking their cocks, I let their hands grope my breasts and vulva. I moaned softly, enjoying the sensation, and said lewdly, "Hey, you two bosses, who's going first? I'm so itchy here! How about we try something different, like a threesome... one of us fucking my cunt, the other..." "I'll shove your asshole, and then I'll suck your big cock so you can cum! How about that?"
Boss Zhang chuckled and said to me, "Ah Mao told us a long time ago that Big Sister is a slut, and she's hot. We came here today just to play this game! Come on!"
Boss Zhang and Boss Xu each put on a condom. Boss Zhang lay on the bed, and I spat on his erect cock, rubbed it hard a couple of times, then straddled him, aimed my cock at his asshole, and sat down hard. Boss Zhang groaned comfortably.
I sat down on his cock all the way in, my buttocks moving back and forth slightly. I turned my head and spat on Boss Xu's cock. Once it was lubricated, I pulled it against his asshole. Boss Xu straddled my buttocks and slowly inserted his cock into his asshole. When it was fully in place, I suddenly groaned loudly, "Fuck!" Boss Zhang and Boss Xu simultaneously thrust their buttocks forward, and the room instantly became noisy…
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!…” Boss Xu moved his buttocks back and forth rapidly, his thick penis thrusting in and out of my anus. The sticky anal oil accelerated the lubrication of his penis. Boss Xu watched as my little anus was being fucked and turned wildly, and he thrust wildly.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!…” Boss Zhang below was vigorously kneading my breasts while watching my wanton appearance, thrusting his buttocks upwards with great force. The sticky, sticky vaginal fluid made him feel especially good, and Boss Zhang fucked excitedly.
“Fah!… Ah!… Grandpa!… God!… Oh!… Ah!” I shook my head and shouted incoherently. The stimulation from both ends left my mind blank. This job was really not for humans.

Thud! With a "whoosh," Boss Xu pulled his penis out of my anus. It stood erect twice in the air. Boss Xu, panting heavily, ripped off the condom, saying, "Wow! My anus is so tight! I almost tore the condom."
Then, Boss Xu stuck his finger into my anus and started probing, then looked at Boss Zhang and said, "You try this, it's all oily!"
Boss Zhang shoved me away. Boss Xu put on a new condom and lay down on the bed. I straddled Boss Xu, and Boss Zhang penetrated my anus from behind.
This threesome lasted for almost half an hour. Suddenly, Boss Xu said nervously, "I...I'm coming! Get out of the way!"
He shoved me aside forcefully, and Boss Zhang moved away. Boss Xu pressed down on my buttocks, his hands trembling as he squeezed his penis into my anus, then began to fuck me relentlessly, his thrusts faster and faster!
I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I hurriedly started moaning, "Ah! Ah! My asshole! Ah! Ah! My asshole is torn! You've ripped my poor little asshole, oh, it hurts, it's split open! Ah! Ah!"
Amidst my chaotic moans, Boss Xu pulled out his penis and quickly removed the condom. I hurriedly got up and took the head of his penis into my mouth. Boss Xu yelled, "So good!" and his penis shot hot semen into my mouth, forcing me to swallow it.
At the same time, Boss Zhang hurriedly shoved his penis into my anus and began fucking me hard. I had just swallowed Boss Xu's semen and shouted loudly again, "Aww! That feels good! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!" With my last lewd cry, Boss Zhang ejaculated before he could even pull his penis out. He pressed my buttocks down hard, his penis inside my anus, motionless. I felt his penis inside my anus expand several times its original size, and after a series of wild thrusts, hot semen shot out!
After the climax, Boss Zhang and Boss Xu got dressed. Boss Xu grinned lewdly at Boss Zhang and said, "You still can't do it! You ejaculated before you even pulled out!"
Boss Zhang retorted, "No matter what, I ejaculated later than you, hehe."
The two men teased each other.
I laughed and gave both of my thumbs up, saying, "Both of you bosses are amazing! You're the only ones who can do this much ass fucking!"
Boss Zhang laughed and said, "Big sister, no matter what, without your little asshole, we wouldn't have had this much fun! Hahaha!"
Boss Xu and I laughed along.
Boss Xu stood up, took out several large bills from his wallet and stuffed them into my hand, saying cheerfully, "I'll come back to you next time! Hehe."

I counted the money; it was quite a lot! I hurriedly said with a lewd laugh, "Boss Xu! Look at what you're saying! Why next time? Isn't this good enough? How about we do a couple more rounds?" After saying that, I whispered to them, "Hey! The first time, we played by the rules. If we had known you two were such easygoing people, we would have done some dirty work; that would have been really fun!"
Boss Zhang's eyes lit up, and he said with a lewd grin, "What kind of work?"
I smiled and said, "Unprotected sex, and then a live fuck." "After setting off the firecrackers, I even licked them clean for you with my little mouth..."
Boss Zhang was eager to try, but Boss Xu pulled him back, laughing and saying, "I forgot! There's a dinner party!"
This reminded Boss Zhang, who said with a regretful face, "Never mind, never mind! Let's play next time."
Seeing no hope, I turned and smiled, saying, "It's okay, do you think I'll run away? Sooner or later, I'll make sure you have your fill!"
Boss Zhang and Boss Xu smiled politely and walked towards the door.

After seeing them off, I got dressed and prepared to get myself something to eat. Just then, my pager rang again. I thought to myself: Ah Mao is so lucky, another customer. But my little pussy protested, "I can't take it anymore! I've been raped several times today, it's sore and achy, I can't take any more!"

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My husband had been unconscious for two whole days. The doctor called me out and only said one sentence: "Get ready, don't let things get worse..." I didn't hear the rest.

Exhausted from days of entertaining clients, I leaned against my husband, feeling drowsy.

Suddenly, I felt someone touch me. I sat up abruptly and saw my husband had opened his eyes and was looking at me. I quickly leaned closer and whispered, "Are you hungry?" My husband shook his head. I continued, "Are you thirsty?"

My husband strained to say, "Where's our daughter? I want to see her."

I forced a smile and said, "It's almost New Year's, I sent her to a grandmother's place. It's very nice there, there's heating, lots of good food, she won't go hungry..." I couldn't make up anything more, and tears almost fell.

My husband's voice suddenly became clear. He looked at the gray sky outside and mumbled, "Oh, it's almost New Year's... Don't let our daughter go hungry... Don't let her get cold... It's almost New Year's... It's almost New Year's..."

My husband seemed very sleepy, and slowly closed his eyes. Suddenly, he opened his eyes again, stared at me intently, and said, "Oh, right, there's something else. From now on, no matter how hard life gets, don't go out to work! Take good care of our daughter, listen to me..." After saying that, my husband slowly closed his eyes, and my tears could no longer be held back, flowing down instantly! My husband just left like that, leaving me behind...

It's New Year's! The streets are bustling, people's faces are beaming with joy, everywhere is lively and festive. On the television and radio, there is laughter, the sound of firecrackers, laughter, and singing everywhere, a scene of joy...

I was still wearing those tattered clothes, limping along the roadside, slowly turning into the alley, slowly walking into my dilapidated house. It was so cold inside! The sky outside was still so hazy and gray.

I lay on the bed fully clothed, and touched my daughter's tattered rag doll. I hugged it to my chest, as if my daughter were in my arms, gently patting it. I took a white medicine bottle from my pocket, and with trembling hands, I unscrewed the cap, poured the pills into my palm, and put them into my mouth one by one. I carefully chewed the bitter and cold pills, slowly swallowing them, thinking: Eat, eat, after you finish eating, you can see your husband, and your daughter...

Ah! I'm so tired, so sleepy! I wanted to rest well, to have a good sleep, and wake up to find the cold gone, the hunger gone… I clutched the rag doll tightly… hugged it…

Suddenly…

the sky seemed to brighten… the

earth was bathed in light… a vast expanse of sky and earth… the hunger gone… the cold gone… everywhere was lush green grass, everywhere were blooming flowers…
I saw my husband again, smiling and greeting me, holding our daughter in his arms… I rushed to them… and embraced them tightly…

Jump! Laugh! …

Jump! Laugh! …

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