The most flavorful

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I've always believed that mature women are the most alluring. They are sexy, mature, passionate, and unrestrained. Due to their husbands' neglect or lack of understanding, when the night is quiet and they are lonely, even though their passion burns brightly, they can only rely on their own hands. How they long for a charming man to appear before them! A poem testifies to this: A
young woman in her boudoir knows no sorrow, climbing the city tower of lust on a spring day.
Suddenly, she sees a rough, lecherous flight attendant, her nipples tingling and flowing with spring water.
Her desire burns with nowhere to dissipate, her slender fingers secretly tracing the jade gate,
moans and groans rising in succession, regretting that she urged her husband to seek fame and fortune.
A man was wandering aimlessly in the factory's fitness park. Although they had broken up three months ago, he still couldn't let go of his girlfriend of three years. It was the weekend, and the park was crowded, mostly with company employees. There were elderly people taking a stroll, and others playing with their children. Just as he was feeling bored, a figure stood in front of him and said, "Shi Lei, why are you standing here alone again?"
He looked up and saw it was Chen Hong, his colleague from the same office (that's how they usually address each other in state-owned enterprises). He said, "Chen, are you taking a walk? I haven't seen Director Liu." "
He's a director, he's busy eight out of ten days a year. He doesn't have time to walk with me. My daughter is at her grandfather's house, so I finally have a day off. You seem quite sentimental, even after three months. Don't worry, handsome young man, I'll keep an eye out for you and introduce you to some good girls."
Chen Hong was a typical Chinese housewife, 36 years old, and usually very kind, especially to a single man like him working far from home. She was 163cm tall and had a rather charming appearance. Actually, her figure was quite good, especially her round, firm buttocks. However, her face was large and round, giving her a somewhat plump appearance.
After chatting with her for a while, Chen Hong said, "You probably haven't eaten yet, right? Come on, let's go to my place and I'll get you something good to eat. My computer is having some problems, could you help me take a look?" She had recently learned to play online games and was a bit addicted.
I wolfed down my food while Chen Hong, tying my hair, sat opposite me and said, "The way you eat, it's like you haven't eaten in centuries."
"Chen's cooking is so delicious! But, not to be rude, but you should tie your braid higher; it looks better that way."
Chen Hong smiled slightly and said, "That's how young girls tie their hair. I'm an old woman; if I tied it like that, people would laugh at me."
"Who says that? You just don't know how to dress yourself. If you dressed up properly, I guarantee you'd get a lot of attention, and you'd still maintain such a good figure."
"Eat your food, stop saying nice things. You're already so fat, I feel like I'm gaining weight every day."
I put down my chopsticks, wiped my mouth, and said, "My dear sister, if you're fat, then there are no skinny people."
Chen Hong seemed quite pleased to hear this and said, "You're so cheeky. But since you call me 'sister,' I'll come here if you want to eat something delicious in the future." I'm not stupid. Since she likes to hear it, I'll keep calling her "sister" to please her. It won't hurt me anyway.
Standing behind her, watching her steal vegetables, I couldn't help but think of my ex-girlfriend, though it was all in the past. I sighed and casually said, "Sister, it's almost ten o'clock, and Director Liu still isn't back. Looks like you'll be spending the night alone."
Chen Hong's face darkened, and she said, "I'm used to it. I don't know where he goes to buy things in the middle of the night."
Seeing this, I quickly said, "They're in the purchasing department. There's nothing they can do. They have a lot of social engagements. Those outside companies often invite them to dinner, and it's not good if they don't go. I have a brother who works in their purchasing department, and he's always drunk."
"Alright, you don't need to comfort me. You should go home early too. If you don't want to eat in the cafeteria, just come over. It's just one more pair of chopsticks. I can't let you call me 'sister' all this time for nothing."
After that, I would go over for a meal every now and then. Sometimes I would run into her husband, who seemed like a very easygoing person. Her daughter was always happy to see me because I could find her some fun games. A ten-year-old child naturally has a strong desire to play.
This Sunday, I wanted to meet up with my best friend Zheng Hao for drinks, but he said he was on a date, so I ended up drinking alone. Speaking of Zheng Hao, I have to say a few words. He was my childhood friend until middle school when his parents moved jobs. Surprisingly, after we graduated from university, we ended up working at the same company. He's very talented, but too honest, so he's never had a girlfriend. I hope he succeeds this time.
After two beers, I saw it was still early, so I decided to go to Chen Hong's place to drop off my daughter with the teddy bear I bought. She's always freeloading, so I should at least give her something in return.
My daughter is quite obedient; although she was playing enthusiastically, she obediently went to bed as soon as Chen Hong told her to. I checked the time and was about to leave when I saw Chen Hong tidying up the living room, toys scattered all over the floor. She was wearing a white silk nightgown, and her round, plump buttocks were standing there, clearly visible through her white underwear.
I felt a little breathless, and looking at her kneeling on the ground, I suddenly wanted to stand behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and thrust into her. I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself. Although I wasn't some saint, she was still my office colleague, and she was being so kind to me. Seeing the toys scattered everywhere, I knelt down to help pick them up. In that instant, I saw a deep cleavage at her neckline, and her bra seemed to be failing due to gravity , her nipples almost bursting out.
Chen Hong blushed briefly, then said, "You're even taking advantage of your older sister? Where are you looking?"
Seeing her sudden shyness, I was startled. I looked her over carefully; she had maintained her figure very well. She must have been a great beauty when she was young, and now she exuded a mature woman's charm. Coupled with the perfume that kept wafting into my nostrils, my penis hardened. She knelt on the sofa, adjusting the sofa cover, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her round buttocks.
With a scream, Chen Hong practically sprang to her feet from the sofa. I was so startled I sat on the floor, too scared to look at her. She said angrily, "I didn't expect you to be so dishonest. It's getting late, you should leave now."
With that, she walked to the door and opened it.
Back in my dorm, I kept blaming myself, but her image kept replaying in my mind. I turned on my computer, but inexplicably found myself searching for mature women's porn. Suddenly, I realized that the beauty exuded by mature women was irreplaceable. Facing those alluring actresses on the screen, I gripped my swollen penis and started masturbating, my mind filled with Chen Hong's fiery body.
From then on, I kept a close eye on Chen Hong's every move at work. However, because of what happened that night, I didn't dare go to her house anymore. She seemed very angry and didn't pay much attention to me. I often went to her seat and breathed in her scent, unable to distinguish whether it was the fragrance of perfume or her natural body odor. When she wasn't around, I would secretly pick up her belongings and inhale them deeply. Every time I did this, my penis would become rock hard.
That night, I suddenly received a call from my roommate Zhang Ming. He had gotten married and moved out. In my eyes, this guy was an absolutely good person. He never thought the worst of anything, and he didn't object to things that others didn't want to do. He was also very kind to people. He would never shirk his responsibilities if he could do it, and even if he couldn't, he would find a way or ask someone he knew for help. So I never refused his requests.
I rushed to his house. After a long commotion, it turned out he had to work overtime that night, but his computer broke down and he didn't know how to fix it. His wife wanted to watch Korean dramas and asked me to install the system. The most infuriating thing was that he said his wife was scared being home alone at night and asked me to keep her company. Seriously? How could he even think of that? Asking a man to keep his wife company late at night? I bet only he would do something like that.
Installing a computer system is a boring and tedious task, so I ended up chatting with his wife. His wife's name is Li Yanli. When they were dating, they often went to each other's dorms, so we weren't complete strangers. As for looks, she was average-looking, but she did have a large bust. When she laughed, her breasts jiggled, making you want to pinch them.
She went straight to work at the factory after graduating high school, making her a factory worker's child—something unique to our country, I guess. She was very talkative, which might be why she and Zhang Ming got together. A high school graduate finding a college graduate like Zhang Ming—in this company, it seemed like a pretty good marriage.
Once I started talking, I couldn't stop. In front of women, regardless of their looks, I always love to ramble on and on, embellishing my past stories to satisfy my vanity and make the girls happy. As we talked, she steered the conversation towards her and Zhang Ming.
It was nothing more than some trivial household chores. Zhang Ming never did any housework. He would come home from work and just sit on the sofa watching the news. He wouldn't even clean the table after cooking. If she was sick, he would just buy food. The few times he did cook, it was either undercooked or had too much salt. He didn't care about anything at home. You couldn't find anything if you asked him to. And he didn't know how to comfort her...
Hearing all this, I was exasperated. I thought to myself, "Where were you all this time? When we were dating, I didn't see you have so many problems." Just as I was feeling frustrated, she said, "Women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. Dating and married life are two completely different things."
Afraid that things would get more complicated, I simply told her about my heartbreaking love story. But it would have been better if I hadn't told her. She listened to me talk about how good I used to be to my girlfriend and how much I invested in the relationship. So, she told me all sorts of things about our life together. She also wanted to let her know how much she loved her, even mentioning things like washing her underwear and not letting her touch cold water during her period. This only made her more dissatisfied with Zhang Ming.
Just as I was wondering what to say, Zhang Ming came back. I thought to myself, "Buddy, I can't help you anymore, you'd better get out of here." I said, "It's almost 1 a.m., I need to get back to my dorm and sleep."
Then I heard Li Yanli say, "Look at him, it's already 1 a.m., and he never even knows he has a wife at home, never even calls home. I really don't know why he got married!"
I chuckled stupidly and quickly ran out, thinking to myself, "My buddy's going to have a bad night again." Little did I know, this conversation with his wife would bring me even deeper trouble.
On Monday, as soon as I got to work, Chen Hong came up to me and said her daughter hadn't seen me in a long time and no one had found her computer games to play. She invited me to dinner that night. I was naturally overjoyed. Although she spoke to me in the same tone, we both knew what was going on because my gaze towards her was always intense, and she was clearly avoiding it.
That evening, after having dinner at her house and playing games with her daughter, I couldn't stop thinking about Chen Hong. I excused myself to go to the restroom and saw her stretching her legs in the living room, one leg raised against the wall. She was wearing black leggings, her legs and buttocks taut, and her genitals were right in front of me. I could almost see a slit there, and I really wanted to lean in and smell its fragrance.
When Chen Hong saw me come out, she quickly lowered her legs and sat down to watch TV. I breathed in the lingering scent she left behind, quickly urinated, and continued playing with her daughter, but my mind was still fantasizing about her naked, legs raised, and me licking her vulva.
It's the end of the year again, and the company's annual dinner is here. As usual, we first go to a leisure club to play badminton and table tennis. Some people gather to play mahjong and poker, while I sit in a corner watching Chen Hong play badminton. The more I watch, the more beautiful she becomes. Seeing her covered in sweat, I wanted to rush over and wipe it off for her, and give her a warm cup of tea. This feeling was strange; I'd never watched my ex-girlfriends so closely.
After dinner, the boss arranged for everyone to go to a dance hall. Those who didn't want to dance could go to karaoke. I followed Chen Hong to the dance hall and sat alone in the dim light, watching her dance with a colleague. Suddenly, I had an urge to go up and pull her into my arms, to dance a close dance with her. I silently drank a beer, but then I saw Chen Hong walk straight towards me.
She stood in front of me and said, "You haven't done anything all day, not even singing or dancing. You're practically a god! And you're still thinking about your girlfriend? Come on, let's dance." It wasn't
until we stepped onto the dance floor that I realized what she meant and blurted out, "I was thinking about you, sister. I love watching you move; you're so beautiful."
She shifted slightly, as if trying to escape, glanced around, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense. There are colleagues around; they might hear us."
A thought struck me; this was a good opportunity. My hand, which was slightly sweaty, moved from her shoulder to her waist. I said, "I'm serious." "The more I look at you, the more charming you become. Every smile and gesture captivates me. The scent of you intoxicates me. I've fallen in love with you."
Chen Hong, whether from nervousness or sensing my hand on her shapely buttocks, breathed rapidly and said, "You've had too much to drink. Let me go."
At this moment, a colleague next to us said, "What are you two whispering about?"
Chen Hong nervously stepped on my foot instead of my own. I said irritably, "Don't make a fuss. Teacher Chen is introducing me to a girlfriend. Don't be so ungrateful."
My colleague chuckled and said, "Then wait to drink your wedding wine." I ignored him, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Although Chen Hong resisted fiercely, she didn't react much, probably afraid of being noticed by my colleague. My hands became even more restless. My middle finger rubbed her buttocks through her pants, while my swollen penis pressed against her lower abdomen. At this moment, all I could think about was feeling her mature body.
After the dance ended, Chen Hong fled the dance floor as if escaping, sitting among a group of female colleagues. I sat diagonally opposite her, my eyes burning with desire. Sometimes our eyes met, but she would quickly look away. I sensed it was a panicked escape, not an angry gaze. It seemed my gamble had paid off. At this age, with her husband often away, she definitely needed affection. I just needed to conquer her little by little.
On the way back, I forced myself to sit next to Chen Hong, pretending to discuss introducing her to a girlfriend. In the dimly lit car, my left hand caressed her thigh, but she held it tightly with both hands, preventing me from moving any further. My right hand quickly typed a text message for her: "My dear sister, I love you so much! Every night I fantasize about your mature, voluptuous body. I want to kiss your sexy lips and caress your sexy, perky buttocks. It's driving me crazy! My penis gets so hard it's about to burst through my underwear whenever I see you."
Chen Hong freed one hand to look at the text message. I could feel her palms were sweating and her breathing was a little rapid. Actually, I was also very scared when I sent that message. Seeing that she didn't react much, I quickly sent another one: "My dear sister, dear Honghong, let me hold your hand, okay? I promise I won't move."
Sure enough, after Chen Hong read the message, her grip tightened noticeably. I held her hand, our fingers intertwined. To avoid arousing suspicion from my colleagues, I deliberately asked her a little loudly about the girlfriend she was supposed to be introducing. It was completely untrue, but she made up a story to appease me. As I continued to lie to her, I gripped her hand even tighter.
I glanced at Chen Hong and noticed she wouldn't look at me, but her palms were sweating profusely. I looked around; no one was watching. I tossed my phone aside, pretending to pick it up, and took her hand to my mouth, licking the back of her hand with my tongue. Then I put her fingers in my mouth and sucked on them.
I quickly sent her a text: "Sister's hands are so soft and smooth, so fragrant."
She replied, but because I was holding her right hand, her left hand took a while to type, just one sentence: "Please, stop messing around."
I immediately replied: "Okay, I love you to death, my dear Honghong."
After she finished reading the text, I loosened my grip on her hand slightly. Taking advantage of her distraction, I suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it against my erect penis. Even through her jeans, I think she could feel the heat and pressure. Just as she was surprised, I released her hand and sent another text: "Good sister, I miss you so much, I really want to caress your honey pot with this."
After she finished reading the text message, I saw her hands trembling in the light of her phone. She seemed to want to send something, but quickly withdrew. Her hands were holding the phone between her legs; I couldn't tell if it was already soaked.
That weekend, Zhang Ming invited me over for dinner. I was quite surprised; since he got married, he rarely invited me to dinner except to fix his computer. I went excitedly, only to find a table full of dishes, while his wife, Li Yanli, was busy in the kitchen.
He offered me a cigarette, and when I asked what was up, he said nothing. He explained that he had spent the night chatting with his wife and fixing her computer, and Li Yanli felt bad, since I was alone anyway, and invited me to dinner.
I didn't think much of it and ate a lot. It had been a long time since I had drunk with Zhang Ming. Since it was the weekend, I decided to let loose and drink. As a result, Zhang Ming vomited a lot, and I was also quite drunk. I carried him to bed and made him sleep. Li Yanli made me a strong cup of tea and said, "Look at you, you can't drink but you love to drink. Every time you buy alcohol, you have to drink until the bottle is upside down."
I took a sip of tea and chuckled, "You can tell by his glasses, they're practically the bottom of a bottle, so he drinks down to the bottom too, what an honest guy."
"Don't even mention his eyes, he's practically blind without them. I'm worried their kids will all be nearsighted."
"Huh? You're pregnant? How many months along?"
"Come on, I mean the future. I'm still considering whether to have his baby. Once a woman has a child, nobody wants her anymore."
"You mean, you want another spring? My buddy's so good, he has no temper at all. Men like that are hard to find these days."
"What good temper? He's not manly at all. Every time we argue, he just stays silent. I think, 'Forget it, arguing is between two people,' but when he stays silent, I lose interest." "
That's perfect, that's because he loves you." I wanted to joke when she said he wasn't manly, so, emboldened by the alcohol, I asked, "How many times a week does Zhang Ming mess with you?"
"What?" Li Yanli suddenly seemed to realize something, but without hesitation, she said, "Sometimes once, sometimes twice, I don't really care."
I thought to myself, "Damn, at this age, twice a night is normal, but only once or twice a week?" I said, "I knew it! Two people at night without doing anything, how can that work? You should watch some porn to relax. My girlfriend and I used to go all out every night, we had to start with flirting..." I suddenly realized that talking to her about this wasn't appropriate and immediately stopped.
Li Yanli didn't seem to mind, and suddenly sighed, "I don't know why I fell for him."
I realized I couldn't continue discussing this with her, so I excused myself, feeling dizzy, and left. On the way back to the dorm, I called Chen Hong. It took her a long time to answer, her voice very soft: "My husband is home." She hung up. I was so excited I almost threw my phone away. Did that mean that if he wasn't home, I could do something?
A short while later, I received a text message from her: "Xiao Shi, stop doing this. Let bygones be bygones. Don't bother me anymore. I have a husband and children, I have a family. I don't want to be ruined by you. Don't take advantage of my previous leniency. I'm giving you face, so don't push me any further."
I helplessly put down my phone, at a loss for what to do. Didn't she feel anything at all? It turned out she just didn't want to embarrass herself too much. Was I a little too hasty last time? Thinking back to the content of the text message I sent last time, it was so direct, yet she didn't react at all. She should have stopped me then. But if what she said was true, should I tell her husband or call the police? I thought about these things all night.
I don't know if it was because I drank alcohol that night and was out in the cold wind, but I fell ill and was sick for a whole week. During this time, of all my colleagues, only Chen Hong didn't come to see me. I felt terrible. It seemed she was really angry. Even ordinary friends should have come to see me. From then on, I never saw her give me a kind look in the office again.
But I continued to keep an eye on Chen Hong. Even if I didn't want to, she was always in front of me, just a desk away. Every time I followed her upstairs, I wanted to rub her plump buttocks, to pin her against the wall and penetrate her from behind.
The fantasies at night were even more intense. I realized my sexual orientation had shifted towards mature women. On the street and in the factory area, I always liked to stare at those mature women, feeling that they were the most beautiful women in a woman's life. The scenes of seducing mature women in erotic novels always aroused my desire, and the seductive gestures of mature women in pornographic films, their sucking and swallowing of penises, always drove me crazy. What
I couldn't imagine was that Zhang Ming's wife, Li Yanli, was sick, and this guy actually asked me to help take care of her. I really don't know what to say to him. I can help take care of her if he can't, but the problem is that his wife is sick, and he still has to work overtime. But maybe this is the real Zhang Ming. (Although we work in the same company, Zhang Ming is in the technical category, while I am in the management category, so his work is busier. I can't understand this myself; I studied mechanical design, but I was assigned to the quality management department.)
My so-called "taking care" was just watching TV at her house, worried that her condition might worsen, and checking on her every now and then. Li Yanli, perhaps delirious from the fever, got up to go to the bathroom. The moment I helped her up, my mind went blank. She was shirtless, wearing only underwear, her two large breasts proudly erect—they were really huge! I stood there dumbfounded, and to make matters worse, my penis was as hard as iron.
Li Yanli suddenly noticed it was me, pulled the blanket over herself, and said, "I sweated a lot this afternoon, my underwear was wet, I forgot."
I was embarrassed and at a loss for words. That damned penis wouldn't go soft for a long time, making a huge bulge in my pants. Li Yanli obviously saw it; her face turned red, and she said, "You...you go out for a bit."
After she got dressed and went to the bathroom, I was still smoking on the sofa, feeling extremely guilty. I had actually gotten an erection in front of my friend's wife. If Zhang Ming found out, how could I ever see her again? At this moment, Li Yanli said she was hungry and asked if there was anything to eat. Perhaps to atone for my sins, I cooked some porridge and fed it to her. Although it was a bit ambiguous, seeing how weak she was, I couldn't bear it.
After she finished her porridge, I prepared a basin of hot water for her to soak her feet, which would help prevent her cold from worsening. After all that, the stewed pears with rock sugar were ready. Hearing her cough was so pitiful. While I was clearing the dishes, Li Yanli said, "You two were in the same dorm. I wish I had chosen you back then. I would have been so happy marrying you."
I was so shocked I almost dropped the bowl. I didn't know what to say. She continued, "But you had a girlfriend back then. I should have waited until now to find you." I felt this was a bit serious, so I finished washing the dishes and practically fled. It made me feel guilty sometimes when I saw Zhang Ming.
I initially thought it was just her lamenting while she was ill, but things were more complicated than I imagined. It was past eight o'clock that evening, and I was staring at the screen, rubbing my penis, when Li Yanli called. My scalp tingled; I was a little afraid she might say something else, but her voice sounded weak. Was she sick again? I dialed Zhang Ming's number, but that guy was away on a business trip and begged me to come over. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to her house.
As soon as I entered, seeing that Li Yanli didn't look sickly and seemed to have just taken a shower, I felt an urge to leave. She said, "I'm
so bored by myself, let's talk for a bit." I sat down and nervously lit a cigarette, but thankfully she didn't say anything. Just as I relaxed, she said, "Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt I was on a small island called Dolphin Bay, sitting by the sea, feeling the sea breeze, and you were behind me combing my hair. It was an island just the two of us."
Seeing my awkward expression, she said, "But dreams are always the opposite of reality. We can't be together. I hope in the next life, I can live with you in Dolphin Bay."
I was completely confused and didn't know what to say when she smiled and said, "I wore some perfume today, and all my male colleagues at work said I smelled so good and looked so alluring. Do you men think about sex when you smell perfume?"
"Oh? Yes, perfume might arouse our sexual desire."
"Smell my perfume, does it smell good?" She stretched her snow-white arm in front of my nose. The faint fragrance was definitely not cheap. I could feel myself getting nervous, and my legs were trembling slightly.
She chuckled and said, "Never mind, I won't tease you anymore. Zhang Ming is away on a business trip, and I'm too scared to sleep alone. Can you sit by the bed and wait until I fall asleep before you leave? I promise I'll fall asleep soon." With that, she went into the bedroom.
I was completely stunned. Was this a hint? What should I do? I heard her calling me from inside the bedroom. I don't even know how I got in, but thankfully, when I entered, she had her eyes closed, her breathing was steady, and I kept praying in my heart that she would fall asleep quickly.
Half an hour later, I thought she must be asleep. I turned off the light and was about to leave when she suddenly sat up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me with her soft lips. A nimble tongue slipped inside, her saliva flowing in and out. I swallowed, my nostrils filled with the fragrance of a woman. Having not been with a woman in a long time, I was a little horny, and my penis was rock hard.
I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her back, kissing her cheeks and earlobes. I lifted her thermal shirt with one hand; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I kneaded her large breasts, but couldn't fully grasp them. Li Yanli was already moaning excitedly, her nipples already hard.
I kissed her neck, moving down to her nipple, sucking and biting it, while my hand slid between her legs, my middle finger teasing the moist crevice. She trembled slightly and said coquettishly, "You're so naughty."
Her hand, however, unzipped my pants and started stroking my penis.
I slipped my hand inside her panties, which were already slippery. I found the small protrusion and teased it a few times, causing her to tremble with excitement. Just as my fingers entered her honeypot, the wall clock suddenly struck, startling me awake. I suddenly saw Zhang Ming's sincere smile in my mind. I withdrew my hand, pulled up my pants, turned on the light, and said, "I'm sorry, you're my friend's wife. I can't betray him."
Li Yanli's face flushed, and she pulled down her thermal underwear to cover her breasts, saying, "It's not your fault. Just consider it the perfume."
The next day at work, I sat listlessly at my desk, feeling guilty towards my friend in addition to the insomnia I had suffered the night before. His trusted friend had actually been having an affair with his wife. Although it hadn't been successful, I had touched her breasts and explored her honeypot, even just with my fingers. Moreover, at that moment, I had already felt the urge to have sex with her. If it weren't for the clock striking the hour, it would have been too late to turn back.
Just as I was lost in thought, Chen Hong walked up to me, looking hesitant. It took me a while to react, and I jumped up from my seat, stammering, "Hong... Sister... Teacher Chen, is something wrong? I'll come help you right away."
"Nothing, I'm introducing you to a girlfriend. Tonight at 7:30, at the factory's fitness park. Go back to your dorm and get yourself ready."
I felt a pang of disappointment and said, "I'm not going. Those kinds of girls aren't worth meeting."
Chen Hong and I exchanged glances for a moment, and she said, "Go ahead, I've already made plans. If you say I broke my promise, whether it works out or not is another matter."
To avoid Chen Hong standing me up, I arrived at the agreed-upon place on time. Chen Hong was chatting with two women, who seemed to be a mother and daughter. When she saw me, she said, "Look at you, making the girl wait on our first meeting."
I didn't even look at the girl's face; I was deeply attracted by Chen Hong's reproachful expression. She was wearing a blue tight-fitting t-shirt today. She wore a white t-shirt and a white pleated skirt, exuding a mature feminine beauty that made me momentarily lose my composure. Only under her sharp gaze did I regain my senses and listen to her brief introduction.
My date with the girl ended in just 30 minutes. To be honest, she was quite well-behaved; in the past, I would definitely have been interested. After the girl and her mother left, Chen Hong, seeing the outcome from my expression, said, "Sister, can we walk together? I want to talk to you for a while."
Although we said we'd talk, we walked for quite a while, and I didn't know where to begin. Chen Hong said, "There are factory workers everywhere here; it wouldn't be good if they saw us walking together..."
Before she could finish, I pulled her quickly away from the main road to a secluded corner. The streetlights here were broken, and several couples were already under the trees, some lost in kissing. Clearly, this was a perfect spot for young couples to date. I led her into the bushes to a stone table; two stools for sitting were already leaning to one side.
Perhaps it was because we hadn't been alone together for a long time, or perhaps it was the longing I had felt for her, but holding her hand and smelling her fragrance, I suddenly and impulsively hugged her, almost crying, and said, "Good sister, don't ignore me, I really like you so much, I think about you every night."
Chen Hong was stunned by my sudden action, nervously looking around, trying to break free from me, saying, "Don't do this, listen to me, we can't..."
I silenced her with my lips, kissing her passionately. She tried to dodge in panic, her teeth clenched tightly. I forcefully pushed her against the tree, using one leg to spread her legs and place them on my own, my right hand caressing her smooth thigh. Perhaps she wanted to speak, but I held her fragrant tongue in my mouth, unwilling to let go, greedily swallowing her saliva.
At the same time, my hand slipped under her t-shirt, through her bra, and grabbed her soft breasts, squeezing and playing with them wantonly. Chen Hong resisted strongly, her fingernails digging deeply into my back. At that moment, I had only one thought: to have her.
My right hand slipped under her skirt, reaching between her legs.
She was wearing a thong! At the same time, her hands pressed down on my arms, her legs clamped tightly together. I pulled my hand back and touched her breasts. I felt her tears, and a pang of pity shot through me. Just as I was about to give up, I touched her erect nipple. Without hesitation, I forcefully spread her legs and pulled down her panties.
At that moment, I faintly heard footsteps. Chen Hong struggled even more fiercely. I held her tighter, lifting one of her legs. She shifted her weight, wrapping her arms around my neck. I then lifted her other leg, sitting her on the stone table. She could only hook her legs around my waist. I pulled her hair aside and whispered in her ear, "Bury your head in my arms."
Perhaps sensing that the person was approaching, she obediently hid in my arms. I peeked out and saw two teenagers, a boy and a girl, no more than 17 years old. They had also noticed us, and the girl said that someone was there and asked us to move to another place. I tightened my grip on her, feeling incredibly happy at that moment, as she so obediently let me hold her.
She sobbed softly in my arms. Suddenly, I lifted her buttocks and quietly pulled down her panties. As she sat between my legs, she felt my hot penis pressed tightly against her private parts. Startled, she looked up and said, "No." Before
she finished speaking, my swollen penis had already entered her vagina. She tried to sit up, but I held her tightly. She could only slap me hard with her hands, but the more she struggled, the stronger the stimulation became. I put my hands under her armpits, grabbed her shoulders, and thrust hard into her honey hole, panting heavily. I said, "Honghong, my good Honghong, I missed you so much. Your pussy is so wet."
Chen Hong was panting heavily as I fucked her, but she still resisted. She opened her mouth and bit my shoulder hard. I shuddered in pain, picked her up, and leaned her against a tree. I thrust quickly. She finally let go and moaned softly with my thrusts, her hands tightly wrapped around me.
I don't know if it was because I hadn't done it in a long time, but I soon felt the urge to ejaculate. I picked her up, thrust my hips upwards a few times, and thick semen sprayed into her body in spurts. I felt her vagina contracting, tightly gripping my penis. When my penis went limp and my hands loosened their grip slightly, she got off me, her face expressionless. She straightened her clothes and hair and walked out.
I recovered from my climax, hurriedly pulled up my shorts, and chased after her. I hadn't gone far when I saw Chen Hong standing there, looking quite unwell. I asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
She glared at me and continued walking. There were many people strolling outside in the summer, so I didn't dare to chase her too obviously. She walked almost at a jog. Just then, her father and daughter were about to go home. Her daughter rushed into her arms, but immediately saw me and exclaimed, "Uncle, you're here too! Come to my house and play games with me!"
I politely greeted him as "Uncle." He smiled and said, "You must be Shi Lei. You're a very handsome young man. My granddaughter often mentions you." Then he coughed violently.
Chen Hong told her father to go home and rest early, and then tried to leave with her daughter. But her daughter wouldn't leave me alone. I happily kissed her on the cheek and said, "Can I come to your house and play with you?"
"Oh, that's great! Mom, let's go!" She happily tugged at Chen Hong's sleeve, but Chen Hong said, "No, it's too late today, Uncle has to go home." She clearly didn't want me to go to her house anymore.
Her daughter angrily slapped my shoulder, and a sharp pain shot through her as she cried out, "Ouch, Mommy, Uncle's shoulder is bleeding!"
Chen Hong glanced at it, her face flushing, and said, "He deserved it."
"It's nothing, just a small injury. A little dog bit him, it doesn't hurt at all, and Uncle was very happy."
"Where's the little dog?"
"You're the little dog," Chen Hong whispered. Hearing her say that, I felt a surge of happiness; she wasn't really angry. I teased her daughter all the way into her house.
After her daughter fell asleep, Chen Hong had finished showering. Her complexion showed no signs of distress. Just as I was about to speak, she burst into tears, crying more and more bitterly. I was terrified and pulled her into my arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, dear sister, I just couldn't help it. I love you so much. Don't cry, it breaks my heart."
"I've been so good to you, and you do this to me. What am I supposed to do now? I should bite you to death!"
she sobbed, trying to bite me, but then she saw the bloodstains on my shoulder. Because my clothes were also stuck with blood, when I pulled them, I shuddered in pain. Seeing her expression, I kissed her lips, kissing away her tears, and said, "Sister, I love you. Let me cherish and love you."
This time she didn't resist, letting me kiss her. When my hand, through her nightgown, touched her breast, she flung me away, saying, "Are you going to bully me again?"
“No, I want my Honghong to be happy. I know the pain you feel every night when you're alone in your room. I want you to be a happy woman. I want you to enjoy my love with me. I want you to be pampered by me every day. I want to fuck your honey pot with my cock.” As he spoke, his hands roamed over her body. “I love watching your back as you sway your hips. I love the way you pout when you tie your hair. I love the way you work with your brows furrowed in focus. I love the alluring scent you exude.”
As he spoke, his voice was incredibly gentle, but it came from the bottom of his heart, filled with details of her life. She was clearly stunned by his words, seemingly struggling with a fierce internal conflict.
I continued, “Whenever I see you in a bad mood, my heart aches, and I feel restless. I can’t share your worries. Sometimes I wish your husband would never come back. I don’t want to see him intimate with you. I want to have you all to myself. Every night, when everything is quiet, I fantasize about your sexy body, about you moaning joyfully beneath me, about my thick semen shooting into your tight little hole.”
I kissed her lips, starting from the left and moving slowly to the right, then extended my tongue and licked her lips. Gradually, Chen Hong closed her eyes, her breathing becoming rapid. I held her head and kissed her passionately, my tongue entering her mouth, teasing her tongue. Finally, she hugged me tightly, our tongues intertwining, greedily holding mine, her hands beginning to roam over my back.
I carried her into the bedroom, stripping her clothes off piece by piece. Her face was slightly flushed, her chest heaving. Her hands caressed her chest and abdomen, her mouth slightly open, her tongue hovering between her lips. The dark areolas between her breasts exuded a maternal and mature allure. Her nipples were long and erect, becoming increasingly tempting to suckle under her caresses.
I lay beside her, my tongue lightly touching hers. My right hand grasped one breast, pinching the nipple between my index and middle fingers, gently squeezing and shaking her white breast. She let out a soft moan. My lips lightly touched her cheek, chin, shoulder, and neck, moving to her breast, biting and sucking, my tongue gently swirling.
Chen Hong wrapped her arms around my head, moaning, "Lei, Xiao Lei." Her body slowly twisted, her legs pressed tightly together, sliding against each other. I slowly slid my right hand down her lower abdomen, pressing my palm against her thick pubic hair. Then, I curled my fingers, leaving only my middle finger, and slowly slid it down to her vulva, pressing it against a small protrusion.
Her eyes were glazed, and she was panting softly. Her legs were bent and slightly open, as if waiting for my entry. I ran my index and ring fingers up and down along her labia, while my middle finger gently touched the entrance. She was not satisfied with my gentleness and arched her buttocks upward, hoping for greater stimulation.
Just as her buttocks lifted, my finger suddenly pierced her wet, tender opening. The warm flesh enveloped my finger, inserting it deeply to the end. I felt her hold my hand tighter, and my finger moved faster in and out. "Honghong, so much juice."
"Ah, you...you're so annoying, don't..." Just as she was enjoying herself, I pulled my finger out of her honey pot, my wet finger held up to her eyes. She blushed, but looked at me with incredibly expectant eyes. I put my finger to my lips, stuck out my tongue to catch the dripping juice, and then swallowed the whole finger, looking on with an expression of blissful delight.
Kneeling between her legs, holding my swollen penis, she looked up at me anxiously, her legs wide open. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs and pushed them back, exposing a pink little hole. Her labia were already parted, and the alluring opening slightly opened and closed, clear liquid dripping onto her anus.
I lay down, between her anus and vagina, and gently sucked, then licked downwards a few times with the tip of my tongue. "No, that's a butt." I saw her vagina and anus contract rapidly. I put my head in her erect clitoris, shaking my head, and slowly teased her urethra with my tongue.
"Down, down a little." Chen Hong pressed her heels against my back, while her hands pressed my head down. I licked into her vagina, my tongue moving quickly. She tore at my hair with her hands, shouting, "Oh my god, go in a little deeper, deeper."
After a while, Chen Hong was no longer satisfied with my tongue. She breathed heavily and said, "Lei, I... I want it, I want you, come up and give it to me."
I stood up, rubbing the head of my penis against her clitoris, then inserted it into her vagina, then pulled it out, slapping her pubic hair with the shaft. "Hurry up, I'm so uncomfortable, I want yours." Chen Hong squeezed her breasts with her hands and wrapped her legs around my waist.
Seeing that I hadn't entered yet, she rubbed her slender fingers against the entrance of her vagina, used two fingers to spread her labia, hooked her legs around my neck, and almost pleaded, "Give it to me quickly, sister wants it, hurry up and put it in."
I pulled her hand, kissed it, and thrust my penis in, immediately starting to pump wildly, one hand kneading her breasts, the other stroking her snow-white legs, saying, "Honghong, your pussy is so tight, oh, so Honghong, Xiaolei has finally fucked your honey hole."
"Xiaolei, um... sister, ah..."
"What's wrong, sister? Do you like me fucking you? Do you like my cock?" I pressed her legs against her lower abdomen, and inserted my penis even deeper.
Chen Hong gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, "I like it, oh, it's too deep, I feel it going into my uterus, ouch, you're going to break it."
"Say fuck! Say cock!" I deliberately slowed down.
"Ah, don't stop, I want it, fuck...fuck me, fuck me with your cock, hurry up." She was now a little crazy, completely without any sense of shame.
"Sister's cunt is so beautiful, I want to fuck you every day, fuck you to death."
"Oh, mmm, fuck me, fuck me to death, fuck my cunt raw, sister feels so good, fuck sister's cunt to death."
Her head was shaking wildly, her fingers were in her mouth sucking.
"Good Honghong, get up quickly, let me touch your big ass." I pulled out my cock covered in her juices and slapped it on her thigh.
Chen Hong obediently lay on the bed, her plump buttocks raised high. I slapped her right buttock hard, leaving a red handprint. Then I inserted my penis into her wet hole, slapping her snow-white buttocks while rotating my thumb on her anus. "Ouch, it hurts, but it's also very stimulating. Fuck me harder." I wrapped
my arms around her slender waist, welcoming my thrusts, and quickly fucked her dozens of times. Then I slowly stood up, grabbed her long hair, and thrust deeply into her from top to bottom, almost vertically. "I can't take it anymore, it's too deep, I'm going to be fucked to death, I..."
"Oh my god!" Chen Hong's buttocks swayed back and forth forcefully. "Xiao Lei... Xiao Lei, sister... sister, sister has an orgasm, ah..." She still had her buttocks raised, but her body was shaking like a sieve, and she made sounds like she was having malaria.
I pulled out my still-erect penis, and her vagina made a "pop" sound. Chen Hong slumped down, limp. I picked up my pants from the floor, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, leaned against the headboard, pulled her into my arms, stroked her hair, and said, "Sister, was it comfortable?"
Chen Hong had no strength left and only gave a soft "hmm. " After finishing my cigarette, I asked, "By the way, why did you suddenly stop on the road? Were you feeling unwell?"
She gently patted my lower abdomen and said, "It's all your fault. You shot so much inside me at once, it just kept flowing down, my thighs were covered in it."
I chuckled and said, "You know what? That night, when you sent me that text message, I was heartbroken. I was so afraid you wouldn't talk to me."
"It's all because you always try to seduce me. I have a husband. What if people find out? How will I face them?"
"Then tell me the truth, do you want me to fuck you? Were you wet in the car that day?"
"You're so annoying, I'm not telling you. Anyway, you've already fucked me."
"Tell me, my dear Honghong, I want to hear you say it."
"Hmm," Chen Hong responded softly, "Hmm what? Tell me."
"I don't know why, but when I thought about how I was surrounded by colleagues and you were bullying me like that, I got a little excited. And that day, my period was about to start, so I was especially sensitive. When I saw what you sent, about fucking my pussy, I felt a gush of fluid."
"Then why were you so heartless as to send me those kinds of messages? You didn't even come to see me when I was sick."
"I'm sorry, I wanted to see you too, but I was afraid you'd harass me. I was really conflicted. You can't expect me to say, 'Come on, come on, come fuck me, I just want you to fuck me,' really."
"Then who was it that kept yelling for me to fuck her to death just now?"
"You're so bad, I'm ignoring you."
We wrestled on the bed for a while, and I said, "Sister, how long has it been since your husband touched you?"
"Don't mention him, okay? When I'm with you, I don't want to talk about him. That way I feel less guilty, and right now I only have you on my mind." She touched my penis and suddenly said, "I want more."
I sat up, pulled her between my legs, and said, "My good Honghong, I love you so much, you want it so soon."
"It's been so long since I've felt this good. When we're together, I don't know why, it's so passionate. This time I'm going to squeeze you to death on top." As she spoke, she gave a charming and wicked smile, then held my penis and straddled me.
I cooperated with her, thrusting my penis upwards. Soon, she began to moan wildly. Suddenly, I saw their wedding photo on the wall and said, "My dear Honghong, turn your back to me and rape me while looking at your husband's picture."
Chen Hong quickly changed position, sat on my lap, supported herself on the bed with her hands, leaned back, and twisted her waist, saying, "You little rascal, your penis feels so good. That stinky man doesn't want me, so I'll let him fuck me, let Xiao Lei fuck my cunt raw, ah... um..."
Finally, I got my wish and had Chen Hong. I felt that life was so wonderful. With the nourishment of sex, Chen Hong became happier and more energetic every day. Moreover, I found that she was more charming than before, with an indescribable allure. It seems that the balance of yin and yang is truly timeless.
Just then, my good friend Zheng Hao also brought good news. That guy had actually hooked up with the girl! What's most infuriating is that after half a year, they were already at the point of discussing marriage, and he only brought her out to meet me now. I was incredibly annoyed; I figured she must be some ugly duckling. But
when I saw Du Juan, I knew I was wrong. I had to admit that Zheng Hao had struck gold. This girl was not only beautiful, but also had a fantastic figure—perfectly proportioned, with a great bust and a great butt. She was a full 167cm tall! I even suspected that he had drugged and raped her to get her.
Du Juan had very fair skin and long eyelashes; at first glance, they looked like she was wearing false eyelashes, making her eyes appear even larger. When she smiled, her small lips pursed, creating two dimples on her cheeks, and her eyes slightly narrowed—she was incredibly cute.
When she saw me, she generously called me "brother," which made me feel completely smitten; her voice was so sweet.
I ordered a ton of food, feeling that I'd be doing Zheng Hao a disservice if I didn't rip him off.
Later, Zheng Hao told me that Du Juan was born in Inner Mongolia, was Han Chinese, and had sung and danced with Mongolian girls since childhood, making her an excellent Mongolian dancer. She especially loved song and dance. Her father was a gambling addict who died in a fight, leaving her and her mother to rely on each other, living a very poor life. After graduating from university, she stayed in H city and worked as a factory worker.
Because of her family situation, her mother wanted her to find a good, honest man, even if he didn't have much money, just someone to live a peaceful life. Zheng Hao just happened to have a stroke of luck; in only eight or nine months, the two were already preparing for their wedding.
It's already the end of August, but the lingering heat of late summer is still there. I'm wearing shorts, huddled in my dorm watching a movie. I can't help it; Chen Hong's husband has been home every day these past few days. A series of urgent knocks came at the door, and I felt a surge of excitement: could it be my Hong Hong?
I opened the door, and Li Yanli was leaning against it. As soon as the door opened, she lost her balance and fell directly into my arms. A strange panic gripped me. I poured her a glass of hot water and said, "Where's Zhang Ming? What are you doing here?"
She shook her head, then looked up and said, "Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming, all I know is Zhang Ming. Now that I'm standing in front of you, he's gone home to take care of his sick mother. How could he remember me?"
My heart pounded. Why are you taking your own problems out on me? It's best not to get involved. I sat down to smoke, but after only a few puffs, she snatched the cigarette from my hand, threw it on the ground, stomped it out, and yelled, "You act like nothing happened! You aroused my desire, and then you ran away! What kind of man are you?!"
Her outburst left me completely bewildered. What had I aroused in her? "What are you doing coming to our house all of a sudden? You're here to show off your dirty secrets. No matter how I look at it, Zhang Ming isn't as good as you. Then you cooked me porridge, washed my feet, and made me feel your tenderness, whetting my appetite and then you ran away. What about your friend's wife? If you're really such a gentleman, why are you so hard when you see my breasts? Why are you so bulging in your pants? What kind of gentleman are you?"
Cold sweat poured down my forehead. What kind of logic is this? I gestured for her to lower her voice, but she continued, "You ate my breasts, you touched my pussy, you left me in this awkward position. You say you can't mess with your friend's wife? Now you're afraid people will hear? I'll let everyone know you seduced your friend's wife! You like my big breasts, don't you? I'll let you see them to your heart's content!" She pulled out a black t-shirt... She lifted her T-shirt, pulled her bra down, and two enormous, snow-white breasts sprang out, the veins on them clearly visible, the pink nipples dazzlingly bright.
I was stunned by this sudden turn of events. Before I could react, she grabbed my head, pressed it against her breasts, and rubbed it against me. The feeling of her nipples on my face, and the fragrance emanating from her body, made my penis hard.
She grabbed my penis and said, "Look at you, as hard as iron. You want to fuck me, but you're pretending to be all high and mighty. Men are all the same." Then she climbed onto my bed and burst into tears.
I let out a long sigh of relief. Damn, this woman is really something. I'm not impotent; seeing those massive breasts of hers, it would be abnormal not to get hard. That's what I was thinking, but I had to say something. Otherwise, if she made a scene here, everyone would know tomorrow, and I wouldn't be able to stay in the underworld anymore. In the criminal world, that's a serious crime, a death sentence.
Li Yanli stopped crying, sat on the bed, put on her bra, and said, "It feels much better to have vented my frustrations. Actually, Zhang Ming is quite good to me in some ways. I just suddenly felt your tenderness and started to yearn for it."
I took a deep drag of my cigarette and said, "If any of my actions have caused you any misunderstanding, I'm sorry. You're not only my friend's wife, but also my friend. However, I have to admit, you have a really hot body. Anyone would want to touch those breasts."
Upon hearing this, Li Yanli's expression changed, and she said ambiguously, "Is that so? Since you and Zhang Ming are good friends, then I'll help his good friend." She took off her t-shirt, cupped her breasts with both hands, creating a deep cleavage, and brought them close to my eyes.
Although she was wearing a bra, the fabric couldn't completely cover her voluptuous breasts. Two white mounds of flesh swayed incessantly before my eyes, emitting a captivating fragrance. She took two steps back, swaying her hips, her tongue slightly protruding from her lips. With one hand, she slowly unzipped her short skirt, the black pencil skirt sliding to the floor. I felt my breathing quicken, my penis creating a tent in my underwear.
Li Yanli moved closer to my mouth, her tongue lightly licking my lips and cheeks. Then she turned around, sticking out her large buttocks. Between her buttocks, a black thong strip revealed a hint of her anus. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and threw it at me. Covering her breasts with her hands, she slowly turned around.
Just as her hands were about to touch my forehead, she released them, her nipples nearly brushing against my nose. I instinctively opened my mouth. She smiled sweetly, quietly retreating, then inserted two thumbs into the side of her underwear, sliding them down little by little. She stopped just as her pubic hair was exposed. I barely dared to blink, hoping she would remove her underwear.
She turned to the side, pulled down her panties, wiggled her hips, hooked her thong onto her fingers, and played with a hula hoop. Suddenly, she threw it at my face. I smelled a faint, fresh fragrance mixed with a hint of urine. My hand involuntarily reached through her panties and rubbed my penis, my head tilting slightly to the side, trying to see below her pubic hair.
Li Yanli walked over, one foot on the bed beside her, covering her genitals with her hand, moaning ecstatically, "Mmm, ah, oh." Her hot breath sprayed on my face. I jumped up from the chair, grabbed her, and pushed her down onto the bed, frantically kissing her body while frantically pulling down my panties.
I eagerly parted her legs and thrust into her wetness. Her vagina wasn't fully wet yet, and there was a dry, painful sensation. Li Yanli, however, rubbed her large breasts and cried out, "Oh, so stimulating! Good brother, bite my nipples!"
To get her to produce more lustful fluid, I slowed down, biting her nipples while using the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust. She lifted her legs and said, "I want you to fuck me the deepest, good brother. I don't want gentleness, fuck me roughly."
"You slut, I'll fuck you to death!" I cursed, lifting her legs and thrusting forcefully.
"Ah...oh...I'm a slut, husband, it feels so good, your good friend is fucking me, his cock is so amazing, oh, it's so deep."
I didn't have time to care about what "friend's wife" meant at this point, and I found her shouting even more exciting. "Oh, you deadbeat husband, your wife's cunt feels so good, it's going to be fucked to pieces, um..."
"I'm going to die, little stone, Xiaoli is going to be fucked to death by you, um...I want to be on top, I want to squeeze you." Li Yanli flipped over, pressed me down, squatted on top of my cock, and sat down hard. Every time she sat down, her whole buttocks twisted and turned twice.
"Xiaoli, let me suck your tits." She leaned forward, licking my nipples, and said, "Wait a minute, my little cunt wants to eat a stick, oh, it feels so good, wait... wait a minute, I'll let you eat your fill, no... I can't take it anymore, it's coming... Xiaoli is going to orgasm."
Li Yanli clung to me, panting heavily, her face beaming with the joy of orgasm, and said, "Your cock is so great, cheating on my husband is so exciting, you fucked me so fast, come on, let's see how much Xiaoli's juices are." She got up, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her entire cunt against my mouth.
A strong smell of bodily fluids filled my mouth, and with each breath, I inhaled the vaginal fluid, making my penis throb even more painfully, involuntarily thrusting upwards. Li Yanli said, "Come on, little Shizi, be good. Sister Li will nurse you. I'll nurse you later."
She pulled me into her arms, like feeding a baby, supporting one of her breasts and shoving the nipple into my mouth, saying, "You little rascal, bite my nipple, yes, just like that, bite hard, bite it off."
Just then, my phone rang. I wanted to refuse, but the person kept calling. I glanced at it to the side, and the screen displayed the name "Zhang Ming" in large letters. Feeling guilty, I timidly answered the phone.
"Zhang Ming, weren't you taking care of my mother? Oh, well, I just ran into your wife this afternoon, and she told me... What? Okay, okay, I'll come over to your house right now. Don't be so formal, okay, I'm hanging up now."
I felt incredibly guilty. Zhang Ming trusted me so much, and thinking of his honest face, I felt even more like a beast. Li Yanli, however, started getting horny again, sitting my penis between her buttocks, writhing and swaying, saying, "Is that Zhang Ming? Your good friend is taking such good care of me, fucking your wife's cunt right now, I can't take it anymore, I want it again."
I was furious. How could this woman be so lewd, without any shame? I said, "You slut!
Don't you feel any guilt? You like being fucked, huh? Turn over and lie down properly, I'm going to fuck you to death today." I wanted to vent my anger this way.
Li Yanli bent over, her shoulders and head on the bed, forcefully spreading her vagina with both hands, saying, "Come fuck me to death, just thinking about being filled by your big cock excites me."
"You slut, cheating on your husband, and still so horny, you were born a whore." I stood under the bed, thrusting hard, my lower abdomen colliding with her buttocks with a "slap slap" sound.
"I'm a whore, Xiaoli is your whore, fuck me harder."
My cock was gripped tightly by her violently contracting vagina, her anus also opening and closing. I put some of the vaginal fluid on my thumb and roughly inserted it into her anus.
"Ah! It hurts so much, don't put it in my asshole, ouch, you've ripped my asshole open, but it's so stimulating, so fulfilling." I was speechless, looking at Li Yanli being fucked in both holes, a sense of accomplishment welled up, the tingling and numbness of my glans became stronger and stronger, and with a sudden thrust, my semen gushed in.
Before my penis could even soften, Li Yanli used her knees as a pivot, turned around, her large buttocks still high in the air, and took my penis into her mouth, licking it clean with all her might. Then she sat up, caught the semen flowing from her genitals with her hand, and sucked it all into her mouth, swallowing it.
I saw blood on my thumb; I must have injured her. I felt a little guilty, and seeing her actions, I cursed, "Fuck you, you're a complete slut, even more despicable than a bitch!"
She climbed off the bed, crawled to my legs, took the lighter from my hand, lit my cigarette, and lay on my lap, obediently saying, "Xiaoli is your bitch." She frowned slightly, touched her anus, and seemed to feel pain.
I felt a pang of pity and stroked her hair, saying, "Are you and Zhang Ming this crazy too? Didn't you say last time that you didn't really want it?"
"I wasn't this passionate with him. After we got married, he showed me erotic novels and movies. I felt a bit passionate then, but later I saw those exhibitionist and married woman novels, and they really got to me. I felt a desire to show off when I walked down the street. Seeing men staring at my breasts made me wet. That night, I deliberately took off my clothes so you could see my breasts."
I sighed and said, "This is completely ruined. I don't know how I'll face Zhang Ming anymore. You slut, you've ruined me."
"You like it when I'm horny, right? But I can't help it. I find it so exciting. If you don't fuck me later, I'm afraid I'll go out and find other men. You two are good brothers, I only let the two of you fuck me!
I want you both to fuck me together, no, just thinking about Zhang Ming makes me want it again." She crawled over and took my cock in her mouth...
With National Day approaching, I felt guilty towards Zhang Ming while secretly fucking his wife like crazy. Later, I got used to it. Li Yanli, that slut, was so fun to fuck. I could do whatever I wanted with her. Chen Hong was also trained by me to be obedient. The only regret was that she didn't want to give oral sex. She couldn't stand the fishy smell on the glans and would gag every time. I didn't force her too much.
Because my job was relatively easy and I was the secretary of the Youth League branch, the factory's union and Youth League committee were busy with various National Day activities and couldn't spare anyone. Because some of the activities I had organized before were quite good, they asked me to help out at the National Day performance rehearsal site.
I was nestled backstage, enjoying the sight of groups of women in various costumes—it was quite a pleasant experience. Suddenly, I noticed Du Juan among them. Remembering she was my friend's wife, I went over and said, "Du Juan! You're performing too? I almost didn't recognize you with all that makeup on."
"Huh? Brother, what are you doing here?" Although we'd only met a few times, we were quite familiar, since I was her boyfriend's good friend, and we weren't very reserved around each other.
"I came to help out, see what you need, and do some odd jobs like moving things around. Are you going to perform the Thousand-Hand Guanyin?" I asked, noticing her golden clothes, headdress, and finger cots.
"Yes, I just finished a Mongolian dance, and it'll be our turn in a few more performances."
As she was speaking, someone called out to her, "Dujuan, come here quickly, it's almost our turn, the performance order has been changed."
She agreed and was about to leave when I pointed to her red boots and said, "Does the Thousand-Hand Guanyin wear these shoes?"
She suddenly realized, exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to change my shoes!" She hurriedly ran to a table, pulled out her plastic bag, and took it out. She sat on a plastic stool next to me, anxiously tearing at the tape holding her finger cots together. I said, "Don't pull it, I'll help you change your shoes."
"How could I?" But she clearly thought this was the best solution, saying this without actually objecting.
"You've already called me brother, why are you being so polite?" I lifted her calf, took off her boots, and revealed a small foot wearing flesh-colored stockings. Because the stockings were sheer at the toes, her five toes were clearly visible, and her toenails had brightly colored patterns.
I was about to put the other shoe on her when, perhaps to make it easier for me, she shifted her position, her foot extending towards me. But then, a chair leg broke, and she tripped and fell. Her stockinged foot grazed my face.
I helped her up; she moved around a bit and seemed alright. I grabbed her ankle and put the shoe on for her, saying, "Go on, I'll cheer you on. I'll hold your things for you."
She smiled and said, "Thanks, brother. Watch my performance!" Her face was flushed, perhaps from the fall, or perhaps from the touch on my face.
I couldn't help but recall the feeling of the stocking brush against my face. Though it was only for a moment, the sensation was so unique—smooth and silky, with a distinctive fragrance, like the stockings themselves, or perhaps perfume, maybe even her own unique scent. I unconsciously touched the spot where the shoe had just touched me.
I squatted down, thinking about the scene. Could a woman's feet really be this alluring? I couldn't help but think of her small, delicate feet and slender toes, encased in flesh-colored stockings, that hazy beauty. As I thought about it, my penis actually got hard.
I caught a glimpse of the little red boots on the ground. I looked around, then quietly reached in and stroked the soles and toes, as if her body heat still lingered inside. I carefully brought them to my nose and inhaled, my penis swelling even more. The scent was incredibly arousing, a blend of leather and Du Juan's fragrance, faint yet distinct.
That evening, at Du Juan's insistence, Zheng Hao had to spend money again to treat me to hot pot with fatty lamb. But this time, I couldn't eat a thing. My eyes were glued to the beautiful legs under the table. She wore a black knee-length skirt, her fair legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, appearing even more slender and long. She crossed her legs, her black high heels dangling from her toes, bobbing up and down with each movement.
Suddenly, Du Juan lowered her head, looking under the table, and said, "What good stuff is under this table? You've been looking down all night."
Caught in the act, I felt my face burning and lied, "Oh, I was thinking about something. I suddenly thought of my ex-girlfriend. It's okay, let's eat." Although I pretended to eat, my mind was still filled with her beautiful foot hooking her shoe.
After dinner, back in my dorm, I went online, searching for websites featuring beautiful legs and stockings. I found countless sites, filled with pairs of beautiful legs in various stockings, posing in extremely seductive ways. I also noticed that the shape of the foot was most beautiful when the toes touched the ground; that "S"-shaped arc made me want to drown my mouth and nose in the deep arch. Some websites even had models who filmed videos of licking feet, which made my blood boil.
The next day, my eyes began to unconsciously linger on the feet of the women around me. Whenever I saw a woman, regardless of her looks, my first instinct was to look at her feet. If she was wearing stockings, I would examine the shape of
her feet, and even her high heels, because the quality of the shoes greatly affected the aesthetics of the feet. On the eve of the long holiday at the state-owned enterprise, it was practically a holiday; the office was nearly empty. Chen Hong sat at her desk reading a magazine. I secretly observed her feet from the side. She wore flesh-colored crystal short stockings, and black high heels dangled from her toes. This scene reminded me of Du Juan, and my penis began to stir. The morning sunlight, filtering through the gaps, shone directly on the soles of her feet, revealing their perfect curve and radiating an alluring glow.
Chen Hong noticed me looking at her and gave me a charming smile, tinged with shyness. My heart fluttered, and I blew her a kiss. She panicked, her foot kicking forward unnaturally, and her high heel fell to the ground.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, I rushed forward, grabbed her small feet, and greedily stroked her instep and sole. Chen Hong was startled; after all, we were in the office. She tried to pull her foot away, but I held it tightly by the arch. She could only whisper, "Stop it, be careful someone sees us."
Feeling the smoothness of the stockings and the warmth from her sole, I couldn't wait to pull out my penis and feel it. Just then, I heard footsteps. Chen Hong hurriedly kicked forward with her foot, her stockinged foot swirling with a fragrant breeze, landing on my chest and making me stumble. She looked up and, seeing no one was watching, laughed and said, "Serves you right, you got too bold. If you come any closer, I'll kick you there, see how you can do that now."
I thought to myself, "Come on, kick me! I'd love to see you kick me with those little feet." I walked over to her, pretending to watch what she was doing, and whispered, "Who told you to be so alluring?" Then I reached out and pinched her breast, laughing as I ran back to my seat.
I smelled the scent of my palms, just as stimulating as the soles of Du Juan's shoes. The only difference was the scent emanating from both of them. Suddenly, I felt a strong urge to taste their silk-clad feet. But at that moment, I couldn't distinguish whether they were Chen Hong's or Du Juan's feet; I just wanted to hold them in my palms and kiss them. I shook my head violently, trying to clear my head. How could I suddenly have such a perverted thought? But I couldn't control myself.
I sent Chen Hong a text message: "Good Hong Hong, I suddenly realized how beautiful your feet are. I really want to kiss them." She quickly replied: "You little pervert, you even kiss stinky feet."
I sent another message: "I miss you, I miss your breasts, I miss your pussy, I miss the warmth and tightness when I penetrate you, I miss your crazy expression during orgasm, I miss the suction of your pussy when I ejaculated." After a while, she replied with just five words: "I hate that I'm wet."
Seeing her reply, I walked over, my penis erect, and whispered in her ear, "Good sister, I want it."
Chen Hong blushed, and through my pants, she stroked my penis, saying, "I want it too, but he's been..."
Before she could finish, I kissed her lips and squeezed her breasts. She struggled free, panting, and said, "Are you crazy? You dare to do this here? Be good, I'll figure something out, I'll give it to you today." It
was only lunchtime, and everyone in the office was chatting. Chen Hong seized the perfect opportunity and said, "Shi Lei, come on, I'll introduce you to a girl today. She specifically took the day off and is waiting for you in her single dormitory." The office erupted in cheers, everyone saying, "You'd better hurry, we're all waiting for your wedding candy!"
I smiled and walked out of the office with Chen Hong. Even the department head told me to seize the opportunity and not be too picky. That's the good thing about state-owned enterprises; you don't even need to ask for leave, it's like business. As soon as we entered my dormitory, we hugged each other passionately.
In an instant, clothes were scattered all over the floor. Chen Hong seemed even more passionate than me. Without even taking off her thong, she simply pushed it aside and demanded my penetration. I reached out and touched it; it was already soaking wet. I licked the semen off my palm and said, "Good Hong Hong, why are you so wet? You're missing my big cock, are
n't you?" "It's all because of you. I've been thinking about it since noon. I've even changed my underwear twice. Hurry up and come in, I want it."
I pulled her legs together, held her close, and thrust my penis inside. The soles of her silk-stockinged feet were right at my mouth and nose. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of her feet, and couldn't help but lick the soles with my tongue. There was almost no taste, but a strong sense of satisfaction.
Chen Hong said, "Stinky feet, you actually licked them? They're filthy." At this moment, I was intoxicated by the scent of her silk-stockinged feet, and the lovely face of Du Juan appeared in my mind. In a daze, it was as if Chen Hong, who was lying on the bed moaning, had suddenly become her, her long eyelashes fluttering, making me fiercely fuck her.
At the seams of the stockings, her toes, like spring onions, were neatly arranged, occasionally five toes deftly curling up, beckoning me. I pulled off one of the stockings, my tongue darting between her toes, sometimes sucking on her thumb, sometimes on her little finger, slowly licking her sole, heel, and calf.
Chen Hong, afraid of being heard, tried her best to suppress her cries, saying, "Good brother, I can't take it anymore, deeper." I also felt myself approaching climax, saying, "Call more lewd, brother's coming, brother wants to come with you." After saying that, I was startled; I knew clearly that "brother" was meant for Du Juan.
"Good brother, fuck me deeper, Honghong's about to climax, Honghong wants brother's sperm, give it to me quickly, ah... fuck me, fuck me!" I roared, and my sperm shot into her uterus.
After resting for a while, Chen Hong began wiping away the semen from her genitals, then said with a reproachful look, "You little pervert, you licked my feet all wet, and my stockings are all soaked. How am I supposed to wear them? Why are you suddenly so interested in my feet today?"
Of course, I couldn't tell the truth, so I said, "It's all my sister's fault. I think about having sex with you every day, but I never get the chance. Out of boredom, I looked at beautiful women online, and by chance, I discovered that women's stockinged feet are really beautiful. When I saw you picking out shoes this morning, I got really hard. The stimulating smell on your feet made me even more obsessed."
Chen Hong looked at me incredulously, picked up her stockings, smelled them, and said, "It all smells like your saliva. I can't smell anything else. You're just trying to flatter me."
I held her foot, still clad in stockings, and took a deep sniff, saying, "It's all your scent. Look at those deep arches, those white, tender toes—they make me want to kiss them." As I spoke, I turned on the computer, wanting her to see some photos of leg models.
After looking at them, Chen Hong couldn't help but examine her own feet, saying, "Mine aren't as pretty as theirs, but now that you mention it, having pretty feet does make me feel prettier."
"Sister, you should wear stockings more often; it makes your legs look prettier, and I love the feeling of touching stockings, okay?"
"I can wear them, but I always feel my feet are dirty. They must smell awful when they sweat. You put them in your mouth, and then you kiss me." I immediately said, "Sister is so clean, how could they be dirty? You just smelled your own stockings; they don't smell bad at all. Please, please, my good Honghong."
After my persistent pleading, Chen Hong finally agreed. In my excitement, I had another vigorous encounter with her.
As the weather gradually cooled, fewer and fewer feet in stockings appeared on the streets, leaving me somewhat disappointed. Although Chen Hong satisfied me, I always longed to see other people's beautiful legs and lick other people's beautiful feet. Li Yanli disappointed me even more; not only were her feet somewhat flat, but they also had many spots, making me lose all desire to kiss her. However, she could find ways to please me, making me wear stockings and feel the soft silk. Most importantly, I felt a sense of guilt when I was with her, which was a unique kind of fun.
On New Year's Day, Zheng Hao and Du Juan got married, which made me a little unhappy, perhaps a little jealous, since I always fantasized about Du Juan. On the wedding day, when Zheng Hao put red high heels on her, I saw those exquisite little feet again. Although they were wearing thick stockings, they looked even more beautiful against the white wedding dress. I thought of the moment I put shoes on her, and I wished I could do it again.
According to local custom, the door cannot be closed on the wedding day, so while they went to the banquet at noon, I was left alone in the bridal chamber. I lay on their large bed, thinking that they were about to have their big battle on this bed. Dujuan put her beautiful feet on Zheng Hao's shoulders, licking the left one and kissing the right one. I really wanted to take his place in the bridal chamber.
I lit a cigarette and wandered around the room aimlessly. Suddenly, I saw the shoe cabinet by the door. My heart skipped a beat. I took a deep drag of my cigarette and slowly opened it. Inside were a pair of white high heels and a pair of black knee-high boots. The high heels looked new. I prayed silently, my hands trembling as I reached deep into the boots and took a deep sniff. Although it was faint, it was the scent I had been hoping for. I wished I could stick my whole head into the boots.
Enduring the swelling in my penis, I began rummaging through drawers, hoping to find Du Juan's clothes. To my disappointment, the closet was almost empty, with only a few things I'd just moved in that day, leaving only the dressing table. Without any hope, I opened the door and found a white wad of cloth. Unfolding it, I saw a thong with a pubic hair lying in the center, surrounded by a patch of dried, slightly yellowish fluid.
I brought it to my nose; a faint fragrance—Du Juan's perfume—and the unique scent of a woman's genitals filled the air. Excitedly, I pulled out my penis, covered my nose with the center of the thong, and began frantically rubbing it, even shouting, "Juan Juan, my good Juan Juan, I want to fuck you, I want to lick your feet, ah…."
Since meeting Chen Hong and Li Yanli, I hadn't masturbated so passionately in a long time. I wiped the semen off my penis with the thong, as if I had actually ejaculated inside her vagina, the semen dripping onto the thong.
Time slipped away day by day, and May Day was fast approaching. Some fashion-conscious women had already started wearing stockings and short skirts, strolling the streets. I, too, had begun to enjoy shopping. During this time, I also became a seasoned foot fetishist, often playing with Chen Hong's feet for a long time. When I kissed her feet, I especially enjoyed the unique scent they had worn all day, as if it made them even more stimulating.
Li Yanli contacted me more frequently, which made me very conflicted. I was terrified that Zhang Ming would catch me one day. She often took the bus with me to the other side of the city to book a hotel room. When we were on the bus, this shameless woman liked to stand up whenever there were many people around, rubbing her large breasts against people or deliberately rubbing her buttocks against their crotches.
Once, Zhang Ming, Li Yanli, and I went to a farmhouse for fun. Every now and then, she would lift her skirt behind Zhang Ming, spread her fingers around her vulva, and seduce me with her tongue, or lift her bra and lewdly play with her nipples. During dinner, under the table, she would rub her feet against my crotch, making me want to pin her down.
That evening, I had just finished dinner when Li Yanli called, saying Zhang Ming was working overtime and I needed to rush over to have sex with her. As soon as I entered, she pounced on me on the sofa and quickly stripped me naked. She had clearly discovered my new preference; she was only wearing black open-crotch stockings, and inside her vulva was a vibrating egg.
I held the head of her penis, which was still sucking on it, and said, "You slut, I'll fuck you in a minute. Can't you wait any longer?" She spat out my penis and clamped it between her two plump breasts, moaning, "Xiao Li's cunt is so itchy. I can't help myself just thinking about you fucking me."
"Slut, your breasts are getting better and better at clamping. Have you been practicing with someone?" Li Yanli said, "I practiced with a dildo. Xiao Li's cunt is so sensitive now. Oh, your big penis feels the best." As she spoke, she pulled out a vibrating egg, sat down on the dildo on the ground, and made lewd noises.
Just as I was about to penetrate her, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Realizing Zhang Ming was back, I rushed into the study in fright. I heard Zhang Ming say, "Wife, I just went out for a walk, but I didn't find any spicy noodles...
Why are you all naked?"
Li Yanli said lustfully, "I just watched some porn you downloaded, it made me so horny, husband, I want it, come and fuck me." Hearing this voice, I cursed inwardly, she's a complete slut, but I was also worried that Zhang Ming would find the clothes I had thrown on the sofa.
"Husband, turn off the light, I'm shy looking at me like that, um... take off your glasses too, lick me, it's so itchy down there." Soon, I heard Zhang Ming's heavy breathing and Li Yanli's moans, and I couldn't help but masturbate.
She suddenly said, "Honey, come to the study and fuck me. We've never done it there before, hurry up." Damn
, what's this slut up to? Doesn't she know I'm hiding here? But this place is so small, there's nowhere to hide. Just as I was worrying, the door opened, and by the light of the living room wall lamp, I saw two people walking in, kissing. Li Yanli went straight to the corner where I was hiding, bent over, and said, "Honey, fuck me from behind."
I crouched in the corner, not daring to make a sound. Zhang Ming, holding her waist, thrust his penis inside and started pumping, completely unaware of my presence. I suddenly realized that this guy was nearly 1000 degrees nearsighted; without his glasses, he was practically blind.
This seemed to be something Li Yanli had planned all along. Saying her husband was working overtime was just a pretext to experience this kind of thrill. She braced herself on the computer desk with one hand, grabbed my hair with the other, opened her mouth, and licked her lips lasciviously. I had nowhere to retreat. Using the momentum of Zhang Ming's thrusting from behind, she slowly moved in front of me.
I stood up, held my breath, and pressed myself tightly against the corner of the wall. Li Yanli said, "Honey, you're so amazing tonight! You've made my legs tremble. Ah, harder!" As she spoke, her hand had already grabbed my penis and was gently rubbing it. I could clearly see Zhang Ming right in front of me, his eyes tightly closed, vigorously fucking Li Yanli. At this moment, my feelings were very complicated. Although after so much time, my guilt towards my friend had lessened, being so close still made me a little uneasy.
Feeling my penis enveloped by her warm little mouth, the waves of pleasure in my lower body gradually made me give up resisting. It seemed that this naked affair was indeed very stimulating. At this moment, Zhang Ming let out a low growl and said, "Wife, I'm going to cum."
"No, I want more." She quickly turned her head, letting my penis leave her vagina. Zhang Ming was at the point of ejaculation, almost spraying out, but Li Yanli pinched the base of his penis, pressing the area between his anus and scrotum with her other hand. "You're so annoying, you're about to cum so quickly. Go to bed, I'll suck it for you."
She pulled Zhang Ming away, then beckoned to me.
The strange stimulation made it impossible for me to refuse. Li Yanli stood by the bed, licking Zhang Ming's penis, her big buttocks facing the door, one hand rubbing her clitoris between her legs. I didn't rush to penetrate, rubbing my penis against her silk-stockinged legs, one hand kneading her breasts.
Li Yanli used her gloved hand to stroke Zhang Ming's penis, then turned her head to look at me anxiously, her large buttocks swaying from side to side. I slowly inserted myself, but dared not thrust too hard, afraid that the sound of my body hitting her buttocks would let Zhang Ming hear. I inserted slowly but deeply. She obviously couldn't satisfy this frequency. When I was inserted to the deepest point, it was as if she had suction cups, gripping me tightly, twisting her buttocks herself. I also held her waist and thrust hard, as if drilling for oil.
"Shoot into me, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, use your semen to scald me." When I was powerfully ejaculating, Zhang Ming heard her say this, and immediately pulled her onto the bed, inserting his penis into her cunt, as if just meeting my semen that was about to flow out. He said, "Wife, your cunt is so wet and hot."
"Fill her up, fill me up with your semen, ah! It feels so good." She tightly wrapped her legs around Zhang Ming, but turned her head to lick my penis, her eyes revealing a satisfied and cunning look.
The annual quality training for the training department has started again, and I was once again unanimously elected by everyone. The reason is that the training is in the evening. Although I was very reluctant, I couldn't skip it. This training is directly linked to the year-end bonus, and if I didn't go, I would lose several thousand yuan.
On my first day of class, I felt so lucky. It turned out that Dujuan had joined a dance training class in the classroom next to mine. Most of the students were young girls. Of course, my purpose was to see their beautiful legs. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays when they had their figure classes, I would sign in and then sneak off to their training area to watch. Because at that time, they were all dressed very lightly, especially when they were stretching their legs, they were simply too beautiful.
However, my focus was entirely on Du Juan, wishing I could be her leg-stretching bar. Three weeks passed like this. One day, as I was staring at her in a daze, a fragrance wafted into my nose. A young woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked up to me and said, "You have good taste; Du Juan truly has exceptionally beautiful legs."
I was clearly stunned by her sudden words, feeling uneasy as if she had seen through my thoughts. I said, "Ah, what nonsense are you talking about?"
The young woman smiled and said, "You don't know me, but I know you. I've been observing you for a long time. Every time we have a dance class, you come here, your eyes fixed on her feet. And on her wedding day, the way you looked at her—you practically wanted to pounce on her and kiss her feet."
I looked her up and down. She was wearing a black bodysuit, black leggings, and black dance shoes. She was about 165cm tall. She looked beautiful, with a deep cleavage on her fair chest. I really didn't recognize her. Just as I was wondering, she said, "I'm Du Juan's dance teacher, Shen Yanyun. We met on her wedding day."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I really don't remember."
"I know, you were only thinking about Du Juan's feet back then. How could any other woman catch your eye?"
"What does that prove? That's just your opinion. I can look wherever I want. Why are you staring at me for no reason?"
Shen Yanyun giggled and said, "A girl's feet are a gift from heaven. It's not your fault you like looking at them, so why won't you admit it?" She stared at me intently and suddenly said, "What were you doing looking for Du Juan's shoes in the changing room? Don't tell me you were polishing them for her." Caught
out, I was a little embarrassed and angry. I said, "You're following me? What do you want?" Shen Yanyun wasn't angry at all.
She said slowly, "If you haven't done anything wrong, what are you afraid of?" Speechless, she continued, "After class, wait for me here. I want to make a deal with you, and you're guaranteed to make a profit. Of course, whether you wait or not is up to you." With a fragrant breeze, she walked among the girls and began to demonstrate a dance.
Having no money or power, what could she possibly do? Was she supposed to tell everyone I was a foot fetishist, or tell Zheng Hao that she liked his wife's feet and smelled her shoes? After the students left, I approached her. She was clearly happy to see me and said, "Wait for me, I'll go change my clothes, then we'll find a coffee shop to have a good chat."
When she reappeared, she was wearing a dark blue suit, black high heels, and gold-rimmed glasses, which reminded me of the outfits of an adult film actress. To my surprise, she was driving a red BMW. She chose a very upscale coffee shop and ordered a coffee I'd never heard of before. I just sat there, completely baffled. A woman driving a BMW, working as a dance teacher—her salary probably wouldn't even cover the car's maintenance costs.
Shen Yanyun broke the silence, saying, "You're a foot fetishist, someone who wants to lick any pretty foot you see, and even enjoys the smell of women's feet—sweat, perfume, leather—it all satisfies you." She spoke calmly, but I nervously glanced around.
She smiled and said, "Your actions have proven my point. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Everything the Creator created has a purpose; it's just that you like feet. Perhaps it was just a sudden event that made you think women's feet are the most beautiful thing in the world. But society doesn't accept this abnormal phenomenon. Foot fetishism is something to be looked down upon, even a synonym for perversion..."
"Enough! What do you want?" I didn't want to hear her continue, even though what she said was true; to me, it seemed like she wanted to humiliate me.
She stirred her coffee and said, "I'm a foot fetishist too, but unlike you, I'm obsessed with my own feet. Maybe you've never really looked at my feet much, because compared to Dujuan, everyone else's feet seem so pale." For the first time, she seemed helpless, her eyes filled with jealousy.
This time, I was even more shocked, to use a popular internet phrase: I was completely stunned. Shen Yanyun didn't give me a chance to speak, and continued, "Let me briefly share my story with you, it all starts from my university days."
She seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and I was intrigued. She said, "Back then, I was a young girl full of dreams for the future. I was pretty, and there were no shortage of handsome and talented boys around me. But one night, I was raped by a sponsor of a campus event, and everything changed from that moment on."
She seemed to be in great pain, her face full of sadness, and continued, "I even thought about ending it all, but death takes so much courage for a person. After that, that person was very good to me, and I was also blinded by the sudden material things—beautiful clothes, gorgeous jewelry, expensive cell phones, everything came so easily, and I chose to become his mistress."
She finished her coffee, ordered another, and continued, "Gradually, he came to see me less often, and I clearly realized that my youth was over. He started looking for new women, but he gave me a mansion, a car, and money. All of this only makes me hate men. The more successful a man is, the more I hate him."
I said, "I'm not a successful man, and I can't help you with this." Shen Yanyun completely ignored me and continued, "I've figured it out now. I'll do what I love. Men, money, everything is less important than myself. Being good to myself is the key. I love dancing. Dancing makes me forget everything, makes me happy, and shows off my most beautiful body."
"I love my body. I'm very narcissistic about my legs. My skin is fair, my legs are long and slender, perfectly proportioned, my toes are like scallions, and my arches are like the moon. But since I discovered Du Juan, I think her legs are the most perfect. Her legs perfectly conform to the golden ratio (the golden ratio of lower body length to height, the golden ratio of calf circumference to thigh circumference, the golden ratio value is 0.618, the unit of measurement is dm)."
"She's 167cm tall, but she has size 36 feet. I'm 166cm tall but I have size 37 feet. The traditional Chinese view is that women with small feet are beautiful. Why is this happening to me? I massage and care for my feet every day, but she seems to have them naturally. Why? Why is this?" She became a little out of control as she said this.
Shen Yanyun was silent for a moment, then said, "After all that talk, it's time to get down to business. I want you to be my foot slave, to massage my feet, lick my feet, and suck my toes."
I almost spat out my coffee. She continued, "In return, I can get you Du Juan's stockings, and you can even touch her feet and lick her toes. I know you've always had this idea, even though she's your best friend's wife. I understand the mindset of foot fetishists, and your actions prove it; you think about her beautiful feet all the time."
I felt a surge of excitement. She looked at me and said, "I told you, you won't lose out in this deal. For a foot fetishist, it's a willing transaction. My feet aren't ugly; they can satisfy your psychological needs and give you what you've always dreamed of."
I slowly came to my senses, looking at her with some doubt. She was indeed beautiful and had a great figure, so why would she choose me? She saw my hesitation and said... "You must be wondering why I chose you. The reason is simple: we are both foot fetishists. Only a foot fetishist would cherish my feet more than I cherish myself. Other men just want my body. Maybe they'll lick my feet to have sex with me, but they won't caress them with their whole being."
She paused, then continued, "Foot fetishists are a secretive group, and I discovered you. Most importantly, you're obsessed with Du Juan's feet, while I'm not as fond of them as she is. I want you to lick my feet. I want the noble, powerful men of this society to kneel at my feet, licking my sweaty, smelly feet. For both of us, that will satisfy our psychological needs."
I found her words a bit unbelievable, but the conditions she offered were indeed very tempting. The tragedy of foot fetishists is nothing more than this. No matter how much Chen Hong indulged me, she still couldn't satisfy my needs as a foot fetishist. In her eyes, I was already almost a pervert.
Shen Yanyun said, "Although you're not a business tycoon or a social elite, finding a successful foot fetishist is no easy task. Besides, they might be ugly or even an old man nearing the end of his life. My foot fetishist can't disgust me; he has to be handsome. Not everyone can lick my feet. How about it, deal?"
I almost agreed wholeheartedly, but I felt that good luck had come too quickly. Just as she said, foot fetishists really need a woman who also loves feet. This kind of mentality is incomprehensible to ordinary people. It's like some people love cats and dogs, or some people like to collect all kinds of antiques; it's just satisfying their hobby, their psychology. I nodded and said, "I'm willing."
Shen Yanyun smiled and said, "Actually, sometimes I don't understand why I have this kind of thought, but once I have it, I can't get rid of it. Ordinary people would say we're perverted, but we enjoy it. I like to make men submit to me, and you like to lick feet, it's just perfect. Let's go, since we've reached an agreement, I'll take you to see the place. In the future, I'll call you, and you can go by yourself."
Sitting in her car, I felt my whole body trembling with excitement, glancing at her feet from time to time. Although she was wearing trousers, it didn't detract from the beauty of her legs at all. The car drove into a villa area and stopped in front of a mansion. Following her inside, I was stunned by the interior decoration.
As I was admiring the luxurious decoration, Shen Yanyun changed into a pink bathrobe, came down the stairs, and said, "Don't be so reserved, sit wherever you like." Based on my understanding of foot slaves, I shouldn't sit anywhere, but seeing her expression, I sat on the sofa opposite her.
"Tell me, how did you become obsessed with beautiful feet? Oh, by the way, would you like something to drink?" Having just drunk several cups of coffee, she had no appetite for anything else. So she recounted the whole story of her foot fetish, including her inner thoughts, things she wouldn't normally tell anyone, as if she had met a kindred spirit.
After listening, Shen Yanyun chuckled and said, "So it was just a moment that made you so infatuated. But Juanjuan's feet are truly exquisite. Perhaps if it were my feet, you wouldn't have become like this."
I looked at her beautiful black-stockinged feet curled up on the sofa and said, "No, your feet are beautiful. I would definitely be captivated too."
Seeing my infatuated expression, she was somewhat smug. She placed her beautiful feet on the coffee table in front of her, deliberately placing one foot sideways so that the entire side of her foot was facing me. The perfect curve of her foot stunned my visual senses. I heard her say, "Although you say this now, at her wedding and in class at night, we met several times, and you never even glanced at me. It makes me feel very unbalanced. Even a foot fetishist isn't interested in my feet."
Faced with her beautiful feet, I was speechless. I uttered "I" several times, but couldn't say anything.
She stretched one foot forward, toes pointing downwards. Her five slender toes, set against the black background, were as white as jade, incredibly delicate and alluring, filling me with an irresistible urge to suck them.
Her toenails were painted a deep purple-black, adding to the temptation. Her arches were so high they could almost fit an egg. I involuntarily knelt on the ground, breathing deeply in front of her feet. Shen Yanyun hooked her foot, her toes resting on my chin, and gently lifted it. Her tongue darted slightly to her lips, licking them.
I could no longer resist. I grabbed her legs, pressing the soles of her feet tightly against my mouth and nose, greedily inhaling the scents of perfume, stockings, and a strong smell of sweat—perhaps from dancing. This mixture of aromas made my penis rock hard.
Her right toe brushed against my face, slowly moving to my lips, then into my mouth. I held it tightly, sucking on each toe. The sour, salty taste was more delicious than anything else. Shen Yanyun suddenly cupped my face in her hands with her feet, looked at me and said, "Does it smell good? Does it taste good? Do you like it?"
I nodded repeatedly, and she smiled happily, saying, "Why does it smell so bad to me? It's a sour smell of sweat. You're such a good foot slave. Lick it properly. You stinky men, you think you're so great, but you're all fighting over who gets to lick my stinky feet." She shoved her feet haphazardly into my mouth.
I was overjoyed, carefully licking every corner of her feet with my tongue. I bit down on the seams of her stockings at the toes, tearing them outwards with force. The stockings were very elastic, and they were stretched quite a bit, the black stockings becoming sparse, making her beautiful feet even more prominent and alluring. After getting her permission, I pulled open the stockings, revealing her jade-like toes, neatly arranged like bamboo shoots ready to sprout. I sucked on her thumb, swallowing and releasing it, while my tongue roamed between each toe. Shen Yanyun closed her eyes slightly, an expression of pure enjoyment on her face.
Although I didn't go often after that, under her guidance, my foot massage techniques improved, and I became very familiar with how to care for my feet, what kind of medicine and massage lotion to use. I felt that I was no less skilled than a professional foot masseuse. Chen Hong's feet, under my care, became even whiter and more captivating.
One evening, after leaving Shen Yanyun's villa, my swollen penis was unbearably aroused. Although I had several impulses to push her down, our previous agreement had been very clear, and strangely enough, I managed to resist the urge to rape her. I sent Chen Hong a text message; she said her husband had a dinner party that night and should be back soon. I didn't care; I thought those leaders were probably enjoying themselves with some prostitute. I rushed straight to Chen Hong's house.
Chen Hong opened the door, saw it was me, and nervously pushed me away. I pulled her into my arms, caressing her breasts through her nightgown, while simultaneously pulling one of her hands to my bulging crotch. My lips rained kisses on her face.
Perhaps afraid of someone suddenly going up or down the stairs, she pulled me inside. As soon as the door closed, I hugged her from behind, lifted her shirt, grabbed her large breasts, and pressed my penis against her large buttocks. Her head tilted back, and I frantically kissed her fair neck.
In just a moment, she was panting heavily, her nipples hardened, and my hands felt the hardness against her skin. I pushed her down onto the sofa, quickly pulled down my pants, and eagerly tried to pull them off. Chen Hong gripped my waistband tightly, pleading, "No, Xiao Lei, please, he'll be back soon, please leave."
Her shirt was still up, draped over her breasts, her two dark nipples hard and erect. Her pleading expression aroused my urge to rape her. I buried my face in her chest, licking and biting her nipples, my fingers teasing her vulva through her pajama bottoms.
Her legs, which had been tightly pressed together, slowly gave way, and she wrapped her arms around my head, letting out seductive moans. She still mumbled incoherently, "No, I can't take it anymore, let's go." I passionately kissed her lips, our tongues intertwining. Her small hands grasped my penis, gently stroking it, panting, "I'll use my hands to help you, to make you feel good, then let's go, okay?"
At that moment, all I wanted was to release my swollen cock. So I stood in front of her, and she used her index finger and thumb to form a circle around the base of my penis, stroking it while her other hand gripped the shaft, moving it rapidly. She looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry, I'll come to your place tomorrow, and you can fuck me to your heart's content, mmm… your cock is so hot." Her wanton moans made my cock even harder.
"Shoot it into me, sweetie, Xiao Lei, shoot it on my breasts, oh, your nipples are so hard." She guided my penis, rubbing it against her nipples, her eyes gazing at me with longing. Looking at her slightly parted lips, I couldn't help but say, "Sister, suck it for me, I want to shoot it into you." Chen Hong looked at my raging penis, hesitated for a moment, and then took it all in.
The strong scent of my penis made her gag after only a few swallows. I said with concern, "I'm sorry, never mind, I'll go first." She grabbed me and told me to wait a moment. She took a bottle of honey from the refrigerator and said, "I'll try this. I was planning to give it to you next time." As she spoke, she poured some honey onto my penis. The cool, slightly sticky honey dripped onto my penis, making me shiver. Then, her warm lips enveloped my penis.
Although I could feel it, it was still a little uncomfortable, but I could bear it. She had never performed oral sex before, so she was a little clumsy, but she licked and sucked very hard. Later, she only used her mouth to cover my glans, and her small hands moved quickly. I felt the urge to ejaculate and said, "Good sister, I want to shoot into your honey hole, quick." Without saying a word, I made her lean forward, stick her buttocks up, and pulled down her pajama pants.
Chen Hong tried to make her buttocks as high as possible so that it would be easier for me to penetrate. Her panties were already wet. She said, "Shoot in quickly, I'll squeeze you." I rubbed against the entrance of her vagina a few times and then inserted it to the hilt. We both groaned at the same time.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. We nervously put on our clothes. Chen Hong asked and found out that her husband had drunk too much and had been carried back. I hid in her daughter's room. The person who came helped her husband to bed and left. Chen Hong was busy taking off his clothes and covering him with a blanket. At this moment, I suddenly thought of the strange excitement of having sex with Zhang Ming's wife in front of him that day, so I quietly walked behind her and began to stroke her big buttocks.
Her husband was still groaning and hadn't fallen into a deep sleep. Chen Hong was terrified and squirmed, turning her head to glare at me fiercely. She said in a very low voice, "Stop it."
"Who is it, Pingping? Don't go, have another drink with me." Her husband rolled over, continuing to groan, exhaling a foul smell of alcohol. Chen Hong dared not make any more movements, struggling to move her husband and take off his clothes. I quietly pulled down her pajama bottoms, first touching her vulva with my fingers, then bringing my lips to lick it. It tasted sweet, like honey.
Chen Hong tried to stop me, but her husband held her hand tightly, muttering incoherently, "Pingping, don't go, stay with me a little longer." She bent down and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? We're home already!"
As she spoke, she still stubbornly continued to undress him.
Her husband woke up a little and said, "Huh? What are you doing? I was just asleep, what are you doing?" He rolled over and went back to sleep. Taking advantage of the situation, I thrust my penis into her vagina. Chen Hong tried to roll over, but I held her down tightly, and she struggled to point to the sleeping pig on the bed.
I lifted her shoulders, thrusting my penis, and whispered in her ear, "He doesn't cherish you, but I do. I'll fuck you in front of him, I'll make you orgasm
, I'll make you a happy woman." She said in an almost inaudible voice, "No, it's already too much for me to sleep with you, I won't allow this, ah..." She struggled intensely inside, but the pleasure from her body made her moan uncontrollably.
The sounds of our bodies colliding were especially loud in the quiet night. Chen Hong gasped, "Be gentle, he'll hear us." I made her sit on the edge of the bed, lifted her legs, and inserted two fingers into her vagina, smeared some of her vaginal fluid, tasted it, and said, "So sweet." Before she could react, I inserted my fingers again, finding a fold in her vagina, and vigorously rubbed it. She was intensely stimulated and let out a loud "ah!"
Chen Hong quickly pulled at the corner of her clothes and bit it. Her husband rolled over, almost facing me, and at that moment, one of her legs was raised high by me, her lower body slick with the fluids from my fingers, on the verge of orgasm.
I stopped thrusting and switched to my hard penis. Suddenly, I wanted to ejaculate in front of her husband's face, even if he couldn't see, I wanted to humiliate him. Such a good wife, yet I left her alone every night. Although doing so would make Chen Hong sad and heartbroken, I thrust recklessly, the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall with a startling sound.
In Chen Hong's moment of fear and excitement, her husband moved, and at that moment, both of our lower bodies trembled violently. Hot semen burned her, her scalding love juice warmed me, her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her vagina contracted in waves, as if trying to suck out all my semen, letting me ejaculate endlessly.
He simply turned over and began to breathe heavily again. We were holding each other tightly, enjoying the bliss of our climax. Chen Hong's sweet kisses kept lingering on my body, completely ignoring him.
I lifted the limp Chen Hong by the waist and placed her on the sofa in the living room. I wanted to give her my whole body a caress, kissing her breasts, her navel, her toes, licking every inch of her skin…
One day in early June, I arrived at Shen Yanyun's villa as promised. To my surprise, Du Juan was also there. She was taken aback when she saw me and said, "Brother, you're Teacher Shen's foot care therapist?"
"Ah, yes, I studied it in college. What are you doing here?" I obviously understood Shen Yanyun's intention and made up a story. My eyes unconsciously swept over her feet. If it weren't for the slight wrinkles in her stockings at the knees, it would be almost impossible to tell that she was wearing stockings.
"Wow, you're amazing! I've never heard Zheng Hao mention you before. He's away on a business trip, and since Teacher Shen lives alone, she asked me to keep her company and teach me some dance secrets."
I prepared the medicinal solution and began carefully washing and massaging Shen Yanyun's feet. No wonder she insisted I learn this technique; was it for tonight? Would I be able to touch Du Juan's feet soon? My heart pounded with excitement.
Shen Yanyun said to Du Juan, "Juanjuan, dancers need to have well-proportioned legs and regular care, otherwise, foot injuries can easily occur, and you might never be able to dance again. Minor toe sprains heal quickly with massage, and as a woman, you can't neglect your feet."
Du Juan said, "But hiring a masseuse must be expensive. Can I have my husband learn and massage me at home?"
Shen Yanyun chuckled and said, "Silly girl, isn't that readily available? You call him brother, how could he charge you?"
I nodded inwardly. Brother would be willing to massage you every day, even using his tongue to care for you. Du Juan blushed and said, "But, but I still feel embarrassed."
"What's there to be embarrassed about? Do you still have feudalistic ideas? There are plenty of foot massage parlors out there now. Here, let Shi Lei give you a massage first. You've been dancing all day, and my toes are a bit sore. Aren't you uncomfortable?"
Du Juan hesitated, and I pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "What, don't you trust my technique?"
"No, no, I'm going to the restroom first." Shen Yanyun followed me. About a minute later, she held up a pair of flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose in front of me and whispered, "How about it? Pantyhose still warm from her body."
I almost trembled as I took the pantyhose, took a deep sniff at the toe, couldn't help but lick it, tasting the still-warm scent, and then quickly put it in my pocket. I prepared the warm water and waited for Du Juan's arrival, feeling anxious and impatient.
She sat down in front of the basin, still feeling embarrassed. Hesitantly, she stood up again and said, "Maybe I shouldn't get a massage. I feel a little strange."
Shen Yanyun said, "You had ballet lessons today, your toes will be sore tomorrow. You're my best student, would your teacher harm you?" These words clearly carried weight, and Du Juan, who loved dancing, finally sat down again.
When a pair of snow-white feet emerged from her slippers, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest—they were simply too beautiful!
I held her small feet in the medicinal water, indulging in unrestrained fantasies, completely disregarding any massage technique. My left hand gripped her deep arch, while my right hand's five fingers interlaced and weaved between her toes, sending shivers of pleasure through her. I felt her feet evading my grasp, which only fueled my excitement, and my penis grew harder and harder.
After quickly washing her feet, I eagerly dried them, carefully examining them while gently kneading—or rather, caressing—her skin was smooth and white, her toes delicate and slender, with black nail polish on them. Every time I touched them, her little toe twitched slightly, as if she wanted to suck on them immediately.
Shen Yanyun then walked over and said, "Juanjuan, let me tell you a secret. Actually, the man in front of you, the one you call 'brother,' is a foot fetishist, a complete pervert. He secretly smells every student's shoes in the changing room, licks the soles, and threatens me. If I don't do what he wants, he'll rape me and kill me. I really had no choice. He had your stockings that you just took off in his pocket, the toes already covered in his saliva." As she spoke, she ripped out the stockings.
Dujuan and I were both stunned by this sudden turn of events. Dujuan looked at me with horror, as if I were a monster. For a moment, I wished I could die. I couldn't offer any explanation. I only heard Shen Yanyun say, "He often threatens me, licks my feet, and asks for my worn stockings. If I don't obey him, he beats and verbally abuses me. What I'm telling you today was all pre-arranged by him. I'm sorry, I'm scared." As she spoke, she even pretended to cry.
I don't know how I escaped that luxurious villa. I felt like a thief caught red-handed. Although it all seemed like Shen Yanyun had set a trap for me, I couldn't defend myself. The psychological torment was even more painful. I was worried that Dujuan would tell Zheng Hao, or even more people. Our years of friendship would be gone forever, and I would have to endure a barrage of gossip and scorn. People around me might feel ashamed because of my perverted behavior.
I spent one night, two days, three days in this anxiety, but it was no different from before. It seemed that I hadn't been exposed. As time went on, my foot fetish, which I had vowed to overcome, began to resurface. Fortunately, every now and then, I could go to Chen Hong to relieve my heightened passion.
One day, six months later, Du Juan suddenly asked me out. During this time, I had also eaten with Zheng Hao a few times, and Du Juan didn't seem to be acting strangely. She still called me "brother." Could it be that we were going to bring up the old issues again? That seemed unlikely. Sure enough, when I arrived, she looked preoccupied.
She seemed hesitant, wanting to speak but not daring to. I realized things might be a bit complicated. After thinking it over, she said, "I can't tell Zheng Hao about this. I feel like maybe only you can help me. I... I want a child."
Seeing my shocked expression, her face turned bright red. She said, "No, what I mean is, I want to have a child with Zheng Hao, but Teacher Shen won't allow it."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been nervously thinking about her wanting to borrow sperm. I said, "Whether you have a child or not is none of her business." Du Juan sighed and stammered out the reason for her predicament.
It turned out that after that night, Shen Yanyun, taking advantage of Zheng Hao's business trip and dance teaching duties, had been living and eating with Du Juan every day. Du Juan, newly married and experiencing intimacy for the first time, couldn't resist Shen Yanyun's advances and became involved in a lesbian relationship, which quickly escalated.
However, Du Juan was a straight woman; it was just a momentary impulse, and she couldn't bear the loneliness of being alone at night. Now she wanted to leave and live a normal life. Shen Yanyun, however, threatened her with videos and photos she had secretly taken, demanding a long-term relationship and forbidding her from having children. She also kept telling her how bad and dirty men were, and that only women were the best.
After hearing this, I vaguely guessed that the story Shen Yanyun had told me was probably true, leading to her change of sexual orientation. I thought about it carefully and said, "The best way to deal with a woman who hates men is to make her feel the benefits of men, or to make her fall in love with men. It's a bit difficult."
Du Juan's face turned even uglier when she heard me say that. I said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely help you handle it. I'll go meet her tonight."
After thinking it over, I realized that the only way was the most basic method. However, given Shen Yanyun's mentality, I figured she wouldn't be so obedient. I suddenly thought of aphrodisiacs, so I went to an adult store and bought a bottle of aphrodisiac.
At 6:30 p.m., as soon as I finished dinner, I went to her villa and rang the doorbell. Her excited face immediately turned serious when she saw me, and she was about to close the door. I pushed the door open and forced my way in, saying, "I need to talk to you."
"I have nothing to talk to you about. Please leave, or I'll call security."
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. Du Juan came to see me today. She doesn't want to play that game with you anymore and hopes you'll let her go."
Shen Yanyun's face immediately changed. She said, "You're talking nonsense! We have a very good relationship. Besides, she would never go to a pervert like you."
I noticed the steaming coffee on the coffee table and slowly sat down next to it. I said, "Hmph, do you think I would know about this if she didn't come to me? My purpose is simple: give me her video, and then never harass her again."
"Impossible, she was happy with me. This must be a trick you came up with. I'm going to call her." While she was looking for the phone, I quickly poured half a bottle of aphrodisiac into her coffee, then deliberately stood up and said, "Why are you lying to yourself? You're a woman with a mental illness. Don't assume everyone is like you. She told me she's in a lot of pain."
Shen Yanyun's tears slowly flowed, and she sat weakly on the sofa. I continued, "You're in the prime of your youth. It should be a rainy night, or a sky full of stars, everything so harmonious. But when you open your eyes, you're lying naked on a strange bed, and next to you is a man, with a sharp pain in your lower body..."
"Shut up! Get out of here right now!" she cursed as she dialed the number. I snatched the phone away and said, "Aren't you so awesome?" "What? What? Are you afraid of people talking about these past events? Humph! They always talk about us men, how shameless and dirty we are. And what's so great about you? You still slept with someone and then happily became someone else's woman. In my opinion, a woman like you deserves it."
"Have you said enough? If you're done, hurry up and leave."
I thought this tactic seemed to be working, so I continued to provoke her, saying, "When you see piles of money and jewelry, do you think that money comes too easily, so you grab a man's penis and start giving him oral sex, and actively let men touch your breasts? What's the difference between you and a prostitute?"
"But then, he thought you were too old and left you, so you started to hate men because you can no longer make money so easily, and you're too ashamed to become a prostitute." At this point, I suddenly stopped because I saw that she actually laughed.
She laughed for a while, then said, "Hmph! How ridiculous! Do you think women really hate so easily? It's a deep, bone-chilling hatred. Let me tell you what men are like."
After taking advantage of Shen Yanyun, that man even extended his evil clutches to her 17-year-old sister. After raping her, he sent her sister to his business partner that very night. The poor 17-year-old girl, unable to bear the humiliation, committed suicide the next day.
At this point, Shen Yanyun went berserk, hitting me relentlessly, her high heels raining down on me. The pain was intense, but I didn't flinch, letting her vent her anger. For the first time, I saw her vulnerable side, that heartbroken yet incredibly resentful expression. I couldn't help but repeatedly apologize.
She must have been tired from hitting me, because she plopped down on the sofa. Looking at her tear-streaked face, I felt a strange pang of pity. I wanted to get her some tissues, but when I stood up, I lost my balance; my right leg was throbbing with pain from the kicks.
Shen Yanyun looked at me, clearly with a vengeful satisfaction. I asked, "What happened to that man?"
She said calmly, "He died in a car accident. I hate myself for not being able to kill him with my own hands."
I was silent for a moment, then said, "Even so, you can't hate men. Not all men are like that. For example, your father probably loves you very much."
"Hmph! Does he even deserve to be a father? What can he do besides gambling, drinking, and womanizing? He even tried to use his daughter to pay off his gambling debts! All men should die! Get out of my sight right now!" she screamed hysterically.
I was filled with hatred. Why bring this up? So I said, "I hope you'll let Dujuan go and let her live a normal life. Do you think what you two are doing is normal?"
"What's abnormal about it? We're happy together..." I interrupted her, yelling, "That's just wishful thinking! If you truly loved each other, why would you film those videos? Because you know your relationship is abnormal. It's just your own fantasy. What you need isn't Dujuan, but real love, a man who truly loves and cherishes you."
"Get out! We love each other! Why are you trying to break us up? I'm going to kill you! You killed my sister! I'm going to kill you!" Shen Yanyun suddenly went berserk, scratching and biting me. Suddenly, she grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and stabbed at me. I instinctively dodged, but the tip of the knife pierced my shoulder, instantly leaving a bright red welt. She was terrified and dropped the knife.
As I took off my sweater to check the wound, Shen Yanyun, whether from thirst or nervousness, gulped down the coffee on the coffee table. A pang of remorse gripped me; thankfully, the fruit knife wasn't very sharp, and the stab wasn't deep, but it had bled profusely, soon turning her entire chest red.
Looking at Shen Yanyun's pale face, I said, "Actually, you're a kind girl. I could tell from the moment you stabbed me. You're still a fragile woman who needs care and love. Let me take care of you, okay? I'll make you experience true happiness."
Shen Yanyun didn't speak. Seeing her face gradually flush, I felt a little guilty and said, "Um, go rinse your body with cold water. I'm sorry, I put an aphrodisiac in your coffee. I originally wanted to..." I couldn't finish my sentence; even I felt the thought was too vile.
She also felt the change in her body, looking at me with a venomous gaze. I was too ashamed to look at her; I felt I had hurt a girl who was already scarred. The drug began to take effect. Shen Yanyun was uncontrollably tearing at her clothes, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, yet tears streamed down her
face uncontrollably. At that moment, I truly wished the drug was fake, even if it would render her unconscious. The shopkeeper said only three or four drops would be enough, but I had poured almost half a bottle. Shen Yanyun's legs were now out of control, one hand reaching between them to fiddle with her fingers, and a heart-wrenching moan emanated from her nose.
I couldn't bear to watch this erotic scene any longer. I went outside, checked my phone—it was just past nine—
and dialed Du Juan's number. Perhaps only she could help Shen Yanyun now; I couldn't rub salt into her wounds. Fearing something might go wrong, I remained seated in the living room, vaguely hearing moans coming from the bedroom upstairs, but now, all I heard was regret.
I don't know how much time passed, but I drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I felt someone watching me. When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black all around. I checked my phone; it was four in the morning. Using the light from my phone, I suddenly realized that Shen Yanyun was sitting expressionlessly on the sofa opposite me. I panicked, stood up from the sofa, limped to turn on the light, walked over to her, slapped myself twice, and kept apologizing.
I said, "I know it's no use saying all this now. I only wanted to help Dujuan, to reopen your wounds, to heal your scars, and even to possess you in a despicable way. But from this moment on, I want to take care of you, to cherish you, and to make up for my mistakes. I don't ask for your forgiveness, I only hope that you won't have to live so hard anymore, living in that painful past."
Shen Yanyun seemed not to hear me at all. Her eyes were fixed, her expression blank. I couldn't help but think, "Could it be that the dosage was too high, that her head was stimulated, and she's talking nonsense? Has she gone mad?" I felt even worse and asked, "Are you alright? Do you have a headache? Or what's wrong? How many is this?" I held up one finger and waved it in front of her eyes.
"Why are you waving a lollipop in front of me? I'm not a child anymore." I completely broke down when I heard that. I held her head, tears of regret streaming down my face, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want this to happen. I will definitely cure you. Even if I can't, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. I'm sorry."
Shen Yanyun broke free from my embrace, stood up, and clapped her hands like a little girl, saying, "Aren't you ashamed? A grown-up crying like that, so funny." I noticed that she was only wearing a thin shirt, so I took off my coat, took her hand, and said, "Little Yun, it's cold. Put your coat on and go get some sleep." The clock on the wall suddenly struck half an hour, and Shen Yanyun threw herself into my arms and started sobbing.
I stroked her hair and said, "Were you scared? Don't be afraid, it was just one ring of the clock. Let me take you upstairs to sleep. It's only 4:30, you can still get a good night's sleep."
She looked up at me and said, "You have to keep spoiling me like this from now on." I hummed in agreement, then suddenly realized something was wrong and understood she was teasing me. I hugged her tightly, tears of joy streaming down my face.
She nestled in my arms like a kitten, saying, "How could you be so silly? You kicked my foot until it was bruised, and you didn't even try to dodge! You scared me to death! I almost killed you this afternoon."
I gently stroked her back and said, "When a beautiful woman kicks me, of course I can't dodge. It's my honor. Besides, I understood your pain then, and I wanted you to let it out."
"You're so good. I'll never do it again. You really didn't let me bully you because of her?"
"At first, yes, but after hearing your story, I was moved. I felt that God was so unfair. Why should such a beautiful woman suffer like this? I wanted to bear all your pain and make you a happy woman."
Shen Yanyun said with tears in her eyes, "Don't lie to me, or I won't let you off the hook." Suddenly, her tone changed, and she said, "What kind of thoughts are you having all day? Giving me that kind of medicine to drink."
I stammered, "I had no other choice at the time. I just wanted you to feel the goodness of a man so that you would let Du Juan go."
She said, "However, it was at that time that my thoughts about you changed. I realized that I might have really been wrong. You could have had my body, but you looked so regretful. I felt that you were in a lot of pain, watching..." As you limped away, I suddenly realized that not all men are so bad.
Suddenly remembering something, I asked, "So, when you contacted me before, was it all a setup?"
Shen Yanyun said, "Yes, at that time, my resentment towards men was at its peak. The men around me all looked at me with lustful eyes. I met Du Juan; she was lively and lovely, quiet as a virgin, yet swift as a rabbit, with a slender and alluring figure. I was deeply moved by her, but at her wedding, I noticed your fiery gaze. I couldn't tolerate anyone eyeing her so intently. During class that night, you kept appearing, and your behavior was so strange; your eyes were constantly fixed on her legs. I looked it up online, and my contempt for men only increased."
"So I came up with this idea, which will both disgust Dujuan and make her grateful to me. But it's a good thing for you, letting you kiss and caress my feet, forcing me to wash them many times each time. But... but when you lick me, it actually feels quite nice."
I couldn't help but think of her pair of delicate feet. Since she was resting her head on my lap, her feet curled up on the sofa, I couldn't help but hold her small, tender feet and said, "I want to lick your feet for the rest of my life, okay?"
"You're so annoying! My feet aren't as pretty as Dujuan's, yet you still try to bully me because of her. Are you thinking about her again now?"
I nodded. Shen Yanyun got up from my arms, and I hugged her tightly, saying, "I want to thank her properly now. Without her, I wouldn't have a foot fetish, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet you, and I wouldn't be able to cherish and love you properly." She
playfully hit me, kissed me on the cheek, and then, like a shy girl, buried her head in my chest. We hugged and chatted until Dujuan woke up. When she saw us like this, she thought she was dreaming and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. I said, "What are you looking at? I'm incredibly charming, and she's my woman now."
For a while afterward, because it was the end of the year and there were many summaries to be made, plus the factory's 30th anniversary celebration, she was a dance teacher, and various units asked her to help with rehearsals. She often left early and returned late, so I didn't bother her much. Although we kissed and caressed each other, we never slept together. However, I realized in my heart that she was the person I should find in this life, the person I should cherish.
That afternoon, I slipped away early, bought a large bouquet of roses, and ran to the dance studio. It was crowded with people from various departments, so she had them all gathered there for individual instruction. I found myself surrounded by a group of girls. I pushed through the crowd, walked up to her, and presented the flowers. The girls laughed. She blushed, unsure whether to accept or not, and whispered, "Oh my god, wait for me over there for a bit."
Suddenly, I knelt on one knee, took out a diamond ring, and said, "Yunyun, will you marry me? I can't promise you a life of luxury, but I will do my best to make you happy and fulfilled. I don't ask for forever, I just want to hold your hand and love you for a lifetime. I love you."
"Oh!" The girls erupted in cheers, attracting even more people. Shen Yanyun, stunned by the sudden turn of events, froze, tears welling in her eyes. The girls began chanting rhythmically, "Say yes! Say yes!"
Finally, Shen Yanyun nodded, accepting the flowers and ring. A cheer erupted from the crowd. Tears of happiness streamed down her face, which was as red as a ripe apple. The students teased, "Teacher, we're giving you a day off today!" "Teacher, when are you going to treat us to wedding candy?"...
Shen Yanyun, blushing, pulled me out of the classroom. In the training department's garden, she said coquettishly, "You're so annoying! So many people! I wasn't prepared at all. How am I supposed to teach them?"
"Don't you like it? I want more people to share my happiness." Shen Yanyun looked at me tenderly and said, "I like it. I want you to say these sweet words to me for the rest of my life." As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
As we kissed, she felt my erect penis, shyly slapped it away, and said, "Wait for me, I'll go change, have dinner, and then..." She ran off quickly before finishing her sentence.
I couldn't help but fantasize about our lovemaking that night, and my penis grew harder and harder. We ate at a random restaurant, and as soon as we entered her villa, we passionately kissed, undressing as we went. By the time we reached the bedroom on the second floor, we were only wearing our underwear. The villa was very warm, or perhaps it was our passion, but we didn't feel cold at all.
I pushed her down onto the bed, lifted her black lace bra, and grasped her large, soft breasts. Her rosy nipples were already hard and erect. I bit her rounded earlobe, kissed her cheeks, her fragrant lips, and then down to her pink nipples, gently biting and sucking. She moaned with pleasure, her hands passionately caressing my back and frantically grabbing my hair.
I kneaded her breasts with both hands, my tongue gradually moving downwards, licking her navel and lower abdomen. With each lick, she trembled. Her thick pubic hair, visible through her tight panties and black stockings, looked so alluring. Shen Yanyun spread her legs wide, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing against her private parts through her stockings, licking and nuzzling.
"Lei, I want it, I want it so much, ah," she began to writhe, her fingers slipping inside her panties and starting to masturbate. I licked her thighs, calves, and ankles, when she suddenly said, "No, I've sweated so much today, my feet smell awful."
This was exactly what I needed. I lifted her beautiful feet, took a deep breath, and smelled a slight sweat. I couldn't help but press my face against the soles of her feet, greedily kissing and licking them, swallowing each toe encased in stockings into my mouth. The sour and salty taste stimulated me even more.
Shen Yanyun's voice was already trembling slightly as she said, "I want it, Lei, hurry, I want you in, I can't take it."
I leaned over, but instead of taking off her stockings, I found the seam and forcefully tore open a hole, pulling the thong aside. Inside, juices were flowing freely, and her pubic hair was soaked. Her pink vulva was rapidly opening its small mouth, and the vaginal fluid was stretched into a transparent thread by the opening and closing of her vulva.
This was the first time I had seen her vulva. Her plump labia were slightly parted, and below her full mons pubis, the pink protrusion was engorged and erect. I parted her labia, and the small mouth of her vagina opened even wider, and the small urethra contracted like a small mouth.
Shen Yanyun suddenly sat up in bed, pushed me down, and hurriedly pulled down my underwear. She grabbed my penis with her small hand and rubbed it against her vulva a few times. Her slender waist suddenly sank down, and she let out a groan. I felt my penis being enveloped by a wet, tender flesh, the warm walls tightly scraping against my glans. Shen Yanyun supported herself on the bed with one hand, while the other hand rubbed her breasts, her buttocks moving back and forth, crying out, "So thick, ah, husband, so full!"
I slightly raised my head, looking at our joined bodies. Beneath her thick pubic hair, her vulva was being repeatedly penetrated by my penis. Then, one of her beautiful feet stretched out, the smooth stockings rubbing against my nipples. I smelled the scent of stockings mixed with sweat and perfume, and couldn't help but stick out my tongue. She deliberately teased me, letting my tongue lightly touch it before pulling away. Just as I was about to withdraw my tongue, her toe suddenly shoved into my mouth. "Husband, lick Yunyun's feet, ah, yours..." "Tongue, oh, it feels so good to lick me."
I tore open the stockings on her toes, and took her five white
, tender toes into my mouth. The fleshy scent of her feet was even sweeter. I said, "Xiaoyun, your husband loves you to death." "Yunyun loves you too, ah, so good." Shen Yanyun sat up straight, letting my penis penetrate to the deepest point. She twisted her body and ground my penis, while one hand quickly played with her clitoris. Suddenly, she squatted up, her plump, upturned buttocks forcefully swallowing and spitting out my penis. "Husband, I can't take it anymore, Yunyun is about to come, oh, it's so deep, I'm going to die, ah..."
I held her waist, feeling the stimulation of my glans becoming more and more intense. At the same time, her vagina contracted tighter and tighter, as if it was desperately squeezing. Her buttocks lifted violently, welcoming her movements. Shen Yanyun held onto my chest, cried out, and sat down heavily. A stream of hot liquid poured onto my glans. My thick semen, along with her trembling, gushed out completely.
We embraced, panting, still savoring the afterglow of our climax. Shen Yanyun said, "Lei, I'm three years older than you. Are you really sure you won't regret it? Will you marry me? I just want you to be good to me."
"Haven't you heard the saying, 'A woman three years older than her husband is a golden brick'? I love you, you're the one I'm going to marry for the rest of my life. Don't you want to marry me?"
"I do, Yunyun does, Yunyun is afraid you'll dislike me..." Before she could finish, I silenced her with a kiss, greedily sucking her saliva.
After showering, Shen Yanyun lay on the bed, looking at the ring on her ring finger, and couldn't help but cry. I hugged her and said, "Silly girl, why are you crying again?"
"I'm just happy. I wish I had met you sooner. Yunyun feels so happy now." She kissed me on the cheek.
I suddenly noticed that as she spoke, her beautiful toes were playfully wiggling. I pounced and grabbed them, tickling her soles. She laughed and dodged, "It tickles so much, I won't give you any." Then she grabbed a pillow behind her and threw it at me.
I caught her foot and leaned against her back, but held it tightly. Shen Yanyun didn't flinch. Suddenly, her eyes became seductive, her tongue lolling out as she licked her lips. Her foot slowly slid across my stomach, stepping on my penis. Then, her other foot reached down to my testicles, gently teasing them, and my penis quickly became erect.
She handed me the blanket, and I leaned back knowingly. I saw her supporting my penis with the instep of one foot, while the sole of her other perfect foot slid across it. Her big toe and second toe were slightly spread apart, scraping against each other. Her toes, painted with pink nail polish, shone brightly under the light. Her round, white big toe, coated with the fluid secreted from the glans, was dabbing at the urethral opening.
My penis throbbed involuntarily. She leaned back, one hand supporting herself behind her back, the other parting her vulva, thrusting her hips back and forth. Her pink vulva opened and closed rhythmically with her movements. Her slender fingers slowly covered her tender vulva, moving to her clitoris and circling it, while she let out seductive moans.
I swallowed hard, feeling an urge to pounce on her. Then, she pressed her beautiful feet together, soles pressed tightly, and began to thrust. My penis felt the friction of her soles against her vulva, and my eyes were fixed on her pink vulva. In an instant, my lust was aroused to its limit.
Shen Yanyun stopped moving, stood up, straddled my head, and spread her vulva open with two fingers. Her middle finger hovered at the entrance, seemingly about to enter but not quite. I couldn't help but tilt my head back, wanting to lick that alluring opening. She smiled seductively, turned around, and lay face down on the bed, sticking out her round buttocks.
She forcefully spread them open with one hand, and clear fluid was already flowing from her tender vulva. Her contracting anus seemed to beckon me. I sat up abruptly, wrapped my arms around her waist, and buried my face in her cleft, sucking and licking. She rubbed her buttocks against my face, shouting, "Husband, put it in, put your big one in."
I suddenly wanted to hear her shout even more lewdly, so I rubbed my erect penis against her anus, saying, "Yunyun's cunt, is it very itchy? Do you want my cock to fuck you?" After saying that, I placed the head of my penis at the entrance, neither going in nor out.
She really couldn't take it anymore; her buttocks sank down, trying to swallow my penis. But I had already anticipated this. I lowered my body, and she gasped for breath, saying, "Husband, come in quickly, with your cock... your cock... ah..." Before she could finish, my angry penis thrust into her vagina.
"Doesn't it feel good to fuck you? Your cunt is so tight, my cock feels so good wrapped around it. I'm going to fuck your cunt to death."
"Ah... so good, fuck... fuck Yunyun, oh, fuck me to death, no, it's too deep."
She cried out lewdly, one hand rapidly rubbing her clitoris.
I turned her over, one hand kneading her breasts, the other holding her pink legs and kissing them. She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her buttocks, spreading her legs wide, shouting, "Husband, fuck me hard, I want the fastest way."
At this moment, she was completely surrounded by lust, without the slightest sense of shame.
I placed her legs on my shoulders, pressing my entire weight down on her, and began thrusting my penis in and out forcefully. Her head swayed wildly, her voice trembling, "It's so deep, I feel it's penetrating my uterus, ah, I can't take it anymore, I...husband, I...I'm going to pee."
A small stream of white liquid spurted out, her hands gripping my waist tightly. I watched her urethra spray, feeling the hot liquid splashing on her lower abdomen, and thrust even harder. "Ah!" She let out a long breath, her hands going limp, and white urine gushed out.
I stopped thrusting, watching with a sense of accomplishment. Shen Yanyun covered her eyes with her hands, saying, "Waaaah, I don't want it anymore, I'm so embarrassed, you made me pee, and you're still laughing, I'm ignoring you." I suddenly lowered my head and licked the fluid from her genitals, "This is how my wife shows her love for me."
She rolled over and pinned me beneath her, sucking on my tongue, saying, "You're so naughty, even that water tastes so good to you, but Xiaoyun is happy." She grasped my still-erect penis, stroking it back and forth, "Let's do it again."
We tossed and turned in bed for most of the night, and then kept chatting. She kept mentioning Dujuan to me, making my heart itch, and the image of those beautiful feet kept popping into my mind.
The factory anniversary celebration was a complete success, and Dujuan didn't go home, seemingly having endless things to talk about with Shen Yanyun. Since the door wasn't closed, bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time. While browsing the internet, I could hear snippets of their conversation, and Shen Yanyun was talking to her about things related to sex, which made my lower body swell up.
While I was daydreaming, Shen Yanyun called me over and said, "Why don't you talk to Dujuan? I'm going to take a shower first."
With that, she swayed her ample hips and left. I suddenly didn't know what to say. Dujuan was leaning against the sofa, one leg tucked under her thigh. I said I'd get you some hot water, but perhaps because I was nervous, I knocked over her makeup bag on the table, scattering the small items all over the floor.
I apologized and picked them up one by one. As I was near her shoes, Dujuan suddenly reached out, her exquisitely beautiful feet almost touching my lips. The familiar scent mingled with a sweaty smell, making me almost dizzy. She said sweetly, "Brother, my feet are so sore, can you massage them for me?"
[The End]

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