【She, My Goddess】(07) Author: Kai Zi

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Author: Kai Zi
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(7) Annie's Happy Past

Annie walked out of Allen's bedroom and asked her subordinates via wireless communication how long it would take for the mayor to arrive. At this moment,
she walked through a long corridor with transparent floor-to-ceiling glass on both sides. Her fingertips brushed against the floor-to-ceiling glass, and that past memory sweetly
welled up in her heart.

Her first night with Allen.

Allen was wearing a white suit with a black bow tie. He held the steering wheel with one hand and looked at
Annie while driving fast. His short golden hair was trembling silently in the wind above his ears. His deep-set eyes
made him seem very intelligent, and his thin lips showed his strong personal ability to Annie. At this moment, Annie,
who had been seemed to have a halo around him. His handsome appearance made Annie feel that
James Bond was driving for her, which made her intoxicated and dizzy.

Allen drove the Aston Martin straight into a single-story villa without braking. About 20
meters away from the villa, the front of the car suddenly dipped and drove straight into an underground driveway. The moment the sports car flew in, the surroundings
became incredibly bright. Allen executed a 90-degree drift, throwing the car into a wide recess.

This was Annie's first visit to Allen's villa. The land was a gift from the Shanghai Municipal Government to Allen, yet
the building was completed only three months after receiving the land. The main structure was composed of various modules, which had already
been built in the United States and then transported to Shanghai. The local construction only involved excavating the basement, the surrounding gardens, driveways,
water supply and drainage systems, and electrical systems; even the main gate was transported over. The building foundation was provided by the modules themselves, and the entire
local construction took less than two days. It was essentially "plug and play." This was, in fact, another
architectural marvel, a new method of construction.

Allen got out of the car to open the door for Annie. Whether Annie was carsick or simply mesmerized by Allen and everything around her,
she didn't seem to realize what was happening until Allen reached out to help her up. Allen simply bent down,
intending to pick Annie up in his arms. She snapped out of her daze, wrapped her arms around Allen's neck, and suddenly jumped onto him,
her legs entwining around his strong waist. She held his head and kissed

him passionately. Allen was true to his word; he knew how to make love. They kissed each other passionately, almost
tearing each other's clothes off. From the underground parking garage to the bedroom on the first floor, clothes were scattered everywhere.

The main event of the day began in this glass-enclosed corridor. On one side of the corridor was a green
lawn leading to the lawn outside, and on the other side was a small pond planted with lotus flowers. One end was Allen's bedroom, and the other end
was his study. Annie touched the glass, her memory of making love with Allen feeling
like .

That day, just as the two of them reached the glass corridor, it started raining heavily outside. Annie only remembered that
when they arrived here, she had already stripped down to only her shirt, bra, and a pair of
cotton , along with black stockings. Allen, on the other hand, had already stripped naked from the waist down, wearing only an underwear
vest on his upper body.

Unable to contain their burgeoning passion, the two intertwined. Annie kissed him passionately when Ellen suddenly turned her to face
the glass. Annie instinctively placed her hands on the glass and bent over. "You're still wearing your panties,"
she she actually wanted to get rid of the Paul Frank panties as soon as possible. She should have worn something
sexier and more revealing, so she felt a little embarrassed in this state and just wanted to
take them off quickly.

Ellen didn't say a word, slapped her buttocks, pulled the corner of her panties aside with one finger, and then
thrust his erect penis into her. Annie's panties were already wet from the excitement of taking them off, so
they were easily penetrated. The countless rings of flesh inside Annie offered no resistance to this brutal, forceful thrust,
only increasing their pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh," Annie shuddered. The semi-active, semi-passive feeling was even more stimulating. She
hadn't expected Ellen to be so skilled, as if they had done it before, without any awkwardness. Unlike Anne's friends and boyfriends in Oxford
, who were all all talk and no action but actually inexperienced, either taking a long time to get any climax or
ejaculating immediately upon entering Anne's vagina, leaving Anne either feeling nothing or feeling unbearably itchy
with nowhere to release her pent-up desires. In the end, she had no choice but to seek help from a device.

Allen's penis was of moderate thickness and length, incredibly hard, and the glans felt larger than those of the boys. Inserted
into Anne's vagina, it constantly asserted its dominance, giving Anne repeated satisfaction with each thrust.

Through the rain-streaked glass, Anne could only see one side of the pool, where the lotus flowers had just sprouted small tips, which, to Anne, looked
like glans, providing a visually stimulating and erotic experience. Anne couldn't help but suck on
one of her fingers, drooling all over the floor.

Suddenly, Anne felt her shirt being lifted up, and her bra had been opened without her noticing. Her
breasts already being held and kneaded by Allen, constantly deforming them. Annie felt incredibly comfortable until Allen
pinched her nipples with a few fingers of both hands, at which point his penis suddenly increased its intensity.
The extreme made Annie scream "Ah!" and her legs straighten. Whether it was lubricating fluid or incontinence,
even though Allen's penis filled her vagina, the water gushing out from her lower body was like a broken faucet, dripping onto
their legs and the floor, immediately filling the corridor with a pungent smell.

"Oh. You're really good." Annie rolled her eyes and half-raised her head, her hands still bracing against the glass wall, her
legs trembling uncontrollably, but she murmured praise for Allen. Allen's penis showed no
sign of weakness or withdrawal. When Annie's gushing stopped, Allen slowly began to thrust in and out again.

Annie slightly raised herself up and simply took off her shirt, wanting to break free from Allen a little, but she heard
a voice: "No! Just leave like this." Allen seemed to be giving her a command. Annie obediently had her elbows pulled by Allen,
her lower body being thrust into by him, and she moved step by step to the other side of the corridor.

At the end, there was a special chair with high armrests placed flat on both sides,
and a large, comfortable leather sofa-style backrest and seat. Guided by Allen, Annie stopped in front of the chair. Annie
realized Allen wanted her to sit in this chair to continue thrusting, but she couldn't sit down at all. Allen grabbed
her hands, and he mischievously thrust into her dozens of times, leaving Annie dizzy and shaking
her head from side to side.

Only after Annie repeatedly said, "No, no, no," did Allen release her and let her sit in the chair.
Then , Annie felt her panties being pulled down, but not completely; they were still wrapped around one thigh, and her
black stockings were also hanging on the chair's large armrest. Her bra was tossed aside. Allen pulled her
buttocks towards him, her still-open vulva facing him. Allen raised
the chair slightly, to about waist level. Annie was surprised; what kind of office chair could be raised so high!

Everything here was a little special.

Just then, she cried out as Allen's penis entered her. Allen braced himself on the armrests and Annie's thighs,
pressed a control on the side, tilting the chair back at a 25-degree angle, and then pressed his entire body against hers, his penis,
of course, penetrating all the way in!

"Ah! It feels so good!" Annie screamed, enjoying the last unexpected gift of the day. Being thrust into
and pressed by Allen, the two, chair and all, were moved into a spacious room.

The lights here were dimmed to a pale blue and pale purple, misty hue. The room was filled with the scent of lavender oil;
Annie knew it was the aroma of a special lavender oil, something Allen had asked her to buy for him. She never
expected to experience it herself. Annie's legs were crossed, draped over the armrests of the chair and his arm.

She felt the slightly congealed, white liquid on her black stockings, cool and clinging to

her legs through the stockings. The erotic atmosphere fueled Annie's intense passion and surging desire, urging her to release.

Annie felt the room was sparsely furnished; she only felt the chair stop, and then Allen
lifted close to her chest. Allen gestured for her to hug his thighs. Although she complied, Annie
felt a pang of shame, because this allowed her to clearly see his penis going in and out, bringing
out a lot of sticky fluid, which had turned slightly white after several thrusts.

Annie was almost overwhelmed by the visual and physical ecstasy. He seemed incredibly skilled at it, not just in sex,
but in lovemaking. His thrusting wasn't simple; it was a combination of varying speeds and depths. The depth was rhythmic,
three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. When he penetrated deeply, their groins and thighs collided with a loud "smack," causing Annie to gush with
vaginal fluid .

Actually, it hadn't lasted very long, only because Allen's speed was incredibly fast, his abdominal muscles clearly defined, without any
pause. From beginning to end, Annie felt it had only been about fifteen minutes before she started to feel the strain, but
she didn't want it to stop suddenly. Allen seemed to sense her hesitation and suddenly asked, "Want to lie down
on the bed and change positions?"

Annie glanced around briefly, seeing no bed, not even a piece of furniture. She was a little confused.

Allen smiled and said to Annie, "A double bed, semi-soft." As soon as he finished speaking,
a large double bed appeared from behind the wall, already made up and fully equipped.
There two bedside lamps, emitting a warm, soft light.

Allen didn't lower Annie's legs; he kept them inside her, holding them between his legs and body, and
slammed them both onto the bed. Annie screamed "Ah!" as Allen pressed her down, his penis
thrusting deep into her with the force of the movement and the weight of their bodies.

Annie's eyes widened, desperately trying to spread her fingers, then she suddenly fainted, her
body tears streaming from her eyes. This startled Allen, who thought he had gone too far. But then he noticed Annie
slightly waking up, grinning at Allen with a dazed expression, "You killed me. You're so annoying!" Allen was
relieved , laying Annie down on the bed and slowly lowering her legs. He casually pulled down her slightly
damp shorts.

Annie was enjoying the pleasure of the frontal impact, while the mattress provided just the right amount of padding from behind;
she felt enveloped from both sides and didn't want to move. This time, Allen slowed down considerably,
changing the rhythm to a shallow, deep thrust. With his eyes closed, he seemed to be savoring the sensation. He also removed his
underwear and vest, tossing them aside on the bed. Completely naked, he lay on Annie's back, his hands caressing her large breasts,
gently kneading them. Annie was now only wearing two pairs of black stockings, soaked with her own fluids.

Suddenly, Allen remembered something, snapped his fingers, and twirled them twice in the air. Satisfied, he returned
his touch Annie's breasts, thrusting forward and increasing his speed. Annie noticed a change in the room's fragrance; a
stronger scent wafted over, a blend of masculine and feminine notes. The feminine scent
resembled Chanel No. 5, while the other, she wasn't sure, might be men's cologne. Neither of them
usually perfume; being workaholics, they didn't care about such things. She wondered why Allen was
so concerned about the scent today.

But the fragrance was intoxicating, stimulating their already aroused state. Then, a piece of music began to play, a light,
melodious arrangement of American love songs. One song followed another, soft and gentle. Annie
slightly raised her head, begging Allen to kiss her. Allen leaned down, and their lips met.
Both were enveloped by their senses—hearing, sight, touch, even taste—causing them to moan
and gasp with satisfaction.

Annie hadn't imagined sex could be so intense; it was pure sensory bliss, utter ecstasy! As they slowly
savored the experience , Allen suddenly thrust into her with a rapid rhythm and speed. Annie
cried out, "Ah, ah," as he penetrated her, and Allen's breathing grew heavier. Their heightened emotions
reached their climax simultaneously with Allen's vigorous thrusts. Allen, like an unstoppable faucet, ejaculated inside Annie, leaving her covered in a milky white
fluid. Both, panting, remained kneeling and embracing, almost motionless.

After a while, Allen got up and took a warm towel from somewhere, handing it to Annie. He also
took . After quickly wiping himself, he asked Annie, "Want to take a shower?" Annie didn't want to answer.

She just wanted to lie there stiffly for a while, savoring the moment. She raised her hand and waved.

Alan seemed to have left; there was a faint sound of the door opening, so she guessed he'd gone into a nearby bathroom. A moment later, she heard
a loud splashing sound, followed by a thud as someone walked in.

Annie felt herself being pulled close by this person; she saw it was Alan, naked, trying to hug her. Annie pouted and
scolded him, "What? I don't want to take a shower."

Alan smiled and replied, "It's not about taking a shower, it's about life experience, let's do it together."

Annie felt Allen pull her legs to one side of the bed, her head on the other. Then she felt her thighs
spread apart, and Allen's head entered. Just as Annie tried to get up, she felt Allen's unshaven
cheek brush against her inner thigh, and his mouth covered her vulva. Annie was startled but didn't try to struggle free, because Allen
's tongue had already quickly licked in. A sour and slippery sensation plunged Annie back into the pleasure of sex.

"Oh, ah, ha, oh," Annie kept making indistinct murmurs mixed with laughter and satisfaction.

Her lower body was already a mess from Allen's licking. Water sprayed all over Allen's face, but he didn't seem to care at all
, even enjoying it. Annie touched Allen's head, which was diligently "working" below her, and desperately pulled his
hair to make him lean in. "What, you, want, to, do, do, anything?" Annie
asked him intermittently, struggling through the waves of sour and pleasurable stimulation.

"In Chinese, I want to continue fucking you," Allen
said playfully, his scholarly tone mingling with Anne's as he lay on top of her. Anne felt her breasts, already swollen from excitement, were about to burst
. Allen continued to writhe on top of her, seemingly rubbing his seemingly perpetually erect penis
against her groin and inner thighs.

"How can you be so rude? Where did you learn Chinese? The red-light district of New York?" Anne protested,
tapping Allen's head with her finger. "Weren't you going to take a shower? Are you done?" Anne tried to push Allen away,
but upon touching his skin, she found herself incredulously wrapping her arms around him from behind, stroking his back,
waist muscles, and his firm, high buttocks. If the lovemaking hadn't been so sudden and fast, Anne would have loved to thoroughly caress
Allen from top to bottom, especially his chest muscles, abs, and pert buttocks, and of course, other
areas.

"I want you to shower with me," Annie said, noticing that Allen was kissing her breasts as he answered,
squeezing one with each hand.

"Gently, oh yes, that feels good." Annie felt her breasts were a little sore, as if
Allen making minor adjustments, but this only left her in an awkward
state of itching but unable to release her pent-up desires.

"Okay, I'll shower with you, but you're so naughty!" Annie comfortably enjoyed pretending to
scold him, secretly wanting Allen to quickly move on to the next round, or simply end the day's
stimulation . Because if this continued, she would be overwhelmed by her own desires.

"Okay." Allen's innocent cheer made Annie laugh, but then she saw him reach out and hug her, leaning in to
kiss her lips. Annie kissed him back, slightly parting her lips and extending her tongue in response. Just as Annie
was building up her passion, she felt the hard, long spear that had been rubbing against her thigh suddenly slide
into her slippery opening and plunge all the way in.

Annie frowned and lifted his head. "Weren't you going to take a shower? Aren't you going?"

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Alan seemed to notice Annie's frown.

Annie was actually enjoying herself so much that she was frowning. "Let's take a shower. I really don't know
how longer I can go on. You're amazing." Alan was clearly encouraged by her praise. "I'll carry you
to the shower right now, don't worry." After saying that, Annie felt the tip of his penis inside her. She hugged
herself and stood up. Although his embrace was so strong and tight, gravity still made her
fall down, which made it easier for Alan's penis to penetrate even deeper.

"Ah..." Annie let out a strange moan from her chest and bit Alan's shoulder and neck. It was a biting
but not a real bite; she just wanted to find a way to release the tingling and numbing sensation that filled her body.

The bathroom light was slightly brighter than the bedroom light, pouring down from above. Annie felt
like the entire ceiling was lit up, but the light was not glaring at all. Annie kept her eyes closed, her lower body being thrust into and
swayed as she was carried towards him, driving her to the brink of madness, until she was about to ejaculate completely.

Annie was placed in a spa tub that could hold three or four people. The water wasn't hot; a slight
warmth made her feel even more relaxed. Annie first knelt on the steps in the middle of the tub wall. The steps seemed
to be made of silicone, feeling soft against her knees. Turning around, she noticed Allen standing behind her,
admiring her full buttocks. She then realized she was still being penetrated. "Want more?" Before she could finish her sentence
, Allen thrust in again, and she cried out in pleasure, "Ah!"

Annie could only actively lift her buttocks, slightly part her legs, and lie face down on the tub, her hair cascading
outside . She endured Allen's unfinished work, watching him repeatedly thrust
in and out of her, his arms around her buttocks. Only then did Annie realize that she still hadn't taken off her black stockings.
The hot water had tightened them a little, making them uncomfortable, but it didn't matter anymore. Just like
the squelching sounds of their penetration, the sounds of their genitals, Allen's thighs, and Annie's buttocks colliding, were
drowned out by . It felt as if time had stopped, as if life was simply about men and women working together to complete this act of penetration
; nothing else mattered.

Finally, after Allen's rapid thrusts, the energy and fluids accumulated within Annie's body seemed to be
magically on, gushing forth from her vagina in waves. Allen, behind her, also kept his eyes closed,
thrusting repeatedly, trying to ejaculate his semen into the ever-flowing tide of fluid deep within Annie's vagina.

Annie was completely conquered by Allen.

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