Private Space Beauty Fragrance

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I now have my own private space on the 84th floor. It's a 100-square-meter apartment with no address, but three elegant characters hang above the entrance—"Lan Yu Ge" (揽玉阁). Lan Yu Ge—a name with a touch of classical Chinese elegance, implying embracing flowers and jade. It's truly a perfect place to keep women. I sit on the large leather sofa in the living room, looking around. The apartment has two bedrooms, a living room, and a bathroom, decorated in a European style, looking both luxurious and cozy. At over 400 meters above the ground, through the huge windows, the once towering buildings around me now seem like they're beneath my feet. The cars and pedestrians on the road appear almost nonexistent. Is this where I keep my canaries? Any woman I fancy will be "invited" by the club using every means possible, brainwashed, tamed, and then offered to me. I can play with them, ravage them, train them, and even humiliate them to my heart's content, making them moan, cry, and beg for mercy. I'll turn them into playthings for my sole enjoyment; their sole purpose is to please me in every way possible! Seeing my satisfied expression, Sister Deng smiled smugly. She sat down beside me affectionately and said, "From now on, this will be your exclusive private space. You can collect no more than three items, of any type." "A professional team will take care of all the items' needs; they only need to be beautiful." "Of course, to ensure the items' physical and mental well-being, the top two floors, the eighty-eighth and eighty-ninth, have fitness and entertainment facilities and a beauty salon. The items can use these facilities for free, provided they have your permission. You could say that, except for the lack of freedom, this place is a woman's Eden!" "Come see the little surprise I've prepared for you!" Sister Deng pressed a few buttons, and the living room's background wall gradually lit up, revealing a scene that appeared to be a laboratory. Several staff members were busy around a hospital bed. The camera zoomed in, and when I saw the small figure lying on the bed, my breath quickened. An oval face, long eyelashes, and rosy lips—it was the Latina girl who had aroused my desire—Sisi. The girl was wearing a snow-white shirt and slightly baggy dark green trousers. Her shoes had been removed, revealing black socks. "They're preparing to deeply hypnotize your collection to understand her psychological weaknesses and then target them specifically." Just as I was about to ask something else, the scene suddenly shifted. The same laboratory, the same hospital bed, but this time a grown woman lay on it. This woman was about thirty years old, with long, flowing hair and fair skin. She wore a thin, long wool sweater and black leggings, and had a slender figure. She wore a helmet-like device connected to a computer, which displayed waveforms illustrating her current state. When I looked closely at the woman's face, I stared at Sister Deng in disbelief, stammering, "This, this is..." Sister Deng, seeing my surprised expression, couldn't help but laugh smugly, saying, "Yes, this woman is called Chunmei, the mother of your collectible. Now she's yours too. I've helped you reunite mother and daughter. How about that, isn't that a surprise? Haha!" A surprise, of course! In my life of lust, I've had my share of threesomes, even group sex, and many of these involved women claiming to be sisters or mother and daughter. It all turned out to be just a publicity stunt; pimps deliberately paired up two women who looked somewhat alike, packaged them together, and sold them off for huge profits—very deceptive. But the two women before me were truly mother and daughter, at least in terms of appearance. This woman named Chunmei was a spitting image of a larger version of Sisi, in her thirties, the most charming age for a woman. That mature, slender body seemed to exude a strong aura of sensuality from the inside out, as if with just a little teasing, she could transform into a mature, seductive woman more alluring than the most wanton prostitute. This beautiful mother and daughter pair was about to become my collection, my sex slaves, whom I could play with as I pleased—the thought alone was incredibly arousing. "How did you manage to get them here? Two people just disappeared without a trace. Won't anyone investigate?" "Capturing this mother and daughter wasn't difficult. We first collected two female corpses of similar age and height from the funeral home. Then, we staged a car accident while they were taking a taxi, 'inviting' them into our pre-prepared car. We then burned the scapegoats to ashes, a perfect substitution! Their families are busy arguing with the insurance company." "Now, they're officially dead in the national household registration system, haha!" Sister Deng spoke casually, as if she were simply telling me how to cook a dish. But I felt a chill run down my spine, a secret unease. For this to be so seamless, there must be immense power behind it. I couldn't help but feel a deep awe for the club's behind-the-scenes boss. In the video, the young woman named Chunmei seemed to be deeply hypnotized. A female staff member in a white coat asked her a few simple questions, which she answered truthfully. The surround sound clearly transmitted the staff's questions: "Do you miss your husband?" The beautiful young woman frowned, seemingly lost in memories of the past. After a long while, she answered, "Yes, of course I miss him, but he hasn't contacted me for over ten years!" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Yes." "How many?" "One, but we broke up." "Why did you break up?" A look of pain and sorrow gradually appeared on the young woman's pretty face. Tears suddenly welled up in her tightly closed eyes, and she sobbed, "That scumbag, while dating me, he was also flirting with other women. And, he actually... he actually had designs on my daughter! My beautiful and lovely daughter!" "So, when you have physical needs, do you think about men?" As if her defenses had been broken down, or for some other reason, the woman answered decisively this time. Her face flushed slightly, her red lips trembled, and she made a sound that sounded like a moan: "Yes, of course I do! I want men!" The seductive voice continued, this time even more direct and explicit: "When you want men, what do you do?" The young woman's body trembled slightly. Under deep hypnosis, she reached out one hand to knead her breasts, while the other touched her genitals. A series of intermittent moans, almost like groans, assaulted the listeners' ears: "I...I'll go to the bathroom after my daughter falls asleep, take...take off all my clothes, and then...then...I'll touch my own breasts, insert...insert my own pussy, I...ahh, I'm so hot, I want a man..." A normal woman would never say such things in a conscious state, but under deep hypnosis, the lonely young woman's defenses were completely breached. Guided by the professionals, she revealed the deepest secrets hidden in her heart. This was the first time I had ever witnessed such wanton behavior from a young woman under hypnosis. Her naked desire for sex and her intense excitement were far more captivating than the fake moans of those young models! I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my lower body instantly erected. If I were there, I would have taken her right there and then, plunging my rock-hard penis deep into the beautiful, mature woman's vagina to fill her emptiness and loneliness. The woman's wanton and passionate moans echoed in the living room, instantly creating an alluring atmosphere. Sitting next to me, Sister Deng's breathing became tense and rapid. Her cheeks were flushed, as if she were drunk, and the desire in her beautiful eyes seemed to burst forth. She pressed herself tightly against me, rubbing her full breasts against my arm, her breath sweet and fragrant, spraying against my ear, both tingling and itchy. Waves of the woman's unique body fragrance rushed into my brain, and her lustful voice lingered in my ear: "Bad man, your woman is a bad man too, shameless slut! Ah, my body is so itchy, so hot, I want it so much!" This dignified host in her forties had her image completely ruined at this moment, uttering lewd words like a prostitute who had been deprived for a long time. With such a beautiful woman beside me, a famous female host at that, I naturally couldn't remain unmoved. The next moment, my lips and Sister Deng's were pressed together, our two smooth tongues intertwined, frantically seeking each other's saliva. I kneaded the famous TV host's breasts through her clothes, feeling the plump, soft texture in my palms. My other hand reached down, lifting the woman's long skirt and caressing her bare, jade-like legs. Although she was over forty, she was extremely well-preserved; her smooth, delicate skin was irresistible. This forty-year-old woman was far more proactive than I had imagined. After a passionate French kiss, she rolled over and straddled my lap. Our eyes met, her gaze hazy and seductive, filled with intense desire. She leaned down, her slippery tongue tracing a path down my face and neck, leaving a trail of moisture. She frantically tore open my shirt and began expertly licking my chest, making soft moans.With a soft gasp, she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I was aroused by Sister Deng's teasing, and also infected by her wildness and initiative. They say women are "like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty," and it's certainly true. Sister Deng now held my erect penis in her hand, her face flushed with even more desire. She leaned down and licked my earlobe, took a deep breath, and said in a dazed voice, "Tight skin, steel-like abs, a firm and hot cock, ah, the taste of a young man, the body of a young man, so strong, so powerful!" I was aroused by the middle-aged woman and was about to pin her down when she firmly held my arm. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "The club has rules; liaisons like me aren't allowed to have relationships with members, Major General Lin. I'm sorry to trouble you." Without waiting for my consent, the female host straightened up, lifted her long skirt, took off her underwear, and straddled my right leg. Her private parts pressed tightly against my thigh, and I felt that warm, moist place. The mature female host moaned and began to wildly sway her body, her genitals rubbing intensely against my right leg. One of her delicate hands rhythmically stroked my thick penis with the movement of her body, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, dancing like a snake. Although completely hidden by her long dress, I could still clearly feel wave after wave of warm, sweet juice gushing from the woman's vulva. With the swaying of her body, the slippery, sticky juice smeared my thighs, making the intimate friction between our skin incredibly smooth. Her firm breasts, encased in the long dress, were only half a foot away from me. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and bit down hard on the famous female host's breast through the fabric. The entrance was soft, sweet, and incredibly elastic, like biting into a huge piece of jelly. The woman on top of me let out a long, breathtaking scream, a scream containing both a painful accusation and the joy of release. Then, the mature woman's body began to tremble violently. The friction between our lower bodies almost stopped, but her legs clamped together even tighter, as if trying to break my thighs. The juice from her vulva gushed out, dripping down my thighs onto the carpet. Almost at the moment the woman reached her climax, I, burning with lust, could no longer restrain myself. I roared and lifted the woman who was sitting on my right leg into the air. Without thinking, I thrust my thick, hot penis hard into her private parts between her legs. Although her skirt covered her, my penis easily found the source of her pleasure. Lubricated by her surging juices, it penetrated almost without resistance, piercing the deepest part of her mysterious flower, all the way to the root. This was my first time having sex with a middle-aged woman. I noticed that while her vagina was quite large, it wasn't as loose as I'd imagined. And compared to a young girl, the amount of vaginal fluid flowing from it was incredibly abundant, making the friction between my penis and her vagina exceptionally smooth and pleasurable. For some reason, the female host's vaginal walls were extremely hot and spasming intermittently, transmitting a suction-like force to my glans, like a baby suckling, making me feel incredibly comfortable, and I thrust even harder. The young man's strong penis completely filled the middle-aged woman's empty vagina, and at the same time, filled her empty soul. Men like young girls, but don't women like young men? Emperor Wu of Han, because of his favoritism towards the young and beautiful Lady Gouyi, actually passed the throne to the five-year-old Liu Fuling. The elderly Empress Wu Zetian, because of her doting love for Lianhua Liulang, even beat her own grandchildren to death. Such things are not uncommon in modern times either. There's a saying, "The love of the elderly is like an old house on fire—it's beyond saving!" The surge of lust completely overwhelmed the female host's senses. The intense pleasure of physical fulfillment made her exceptionally excited. The club's rules were long forgotten; all she wanted now was to enjoy the extreme pleasure of intercourse. The woman's hands were tightly clasped with mine, and she moved up and down like riding a horse, responding to my increasingly intense thrusts. Her slender body trembled violently, and her rosy lips, which had broadcast countless major news stories, opened and closed repeatedly, emitting high-pitched and seductive moans. Holding the famous female host of S City in my arms, I heard her lewd and arousing sounds, and my mind was filled with the perverse pleasure of possessing this mother and daughter. After hundreds of wild thrusts, I felt a strong electric current rush from my brain to my lower body, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. I let out a wild, hissing sound, and felt a sudden jolt in my ejaculation. My extremely swollen, thick penis finally erupted uncontrollably in the woman's warm flesh. Young semen, full of vitality, gushed out powerfully again, slapping hard against the woman's delicate flower core, bringing both of us to the peak of sexual desire! After letting out a high-pitched, sharp moan, the woman collapsed limply against my chest, her body twitching slightly. Only then did I realize that in the midst of the extreme pleasure just now, Sister Deng had actually been...The video, titled "Welfare Video Collection," left several deep bloody marks. I didn't feel pain; instead, I felt incredibly comfortable and extremely excited. I could finally ejaculate freely again, and inside the body of the dream girl of every man in S City—without a condom! For a long time, we remained quietly embracing, unaware of when the projection on the wall ended. My softened penis was still tightly gripped by the woman's vagina, as if her genitals were reluctant to let go of the young, strong penis, still savoring the moment of orgasm. Finally, Sister Deng let out a long breath, her peach blossom eyes blinking as she stared at me. I looked down at her; her face was flushed with desire, seemingly still lingering with the afterglow of her orgasm. She rolled off the sofa, picked up her fallen underwear, and wiped her genitals, saying coldly, "Major General Lin, you're really bold. Do you know whose woman I am? Aren't you afraid of being punished for violating me like this?" "This woman is really something. She was so tender and passionate when we were making love, but now she's acting like she doesn't even know me. They say men are heartless after sex, but what's this woman doing? She doesn't recognize me once she lifts her skirt?" I stood up and pulled my pants back up. They were stained with water, seemingly bearing witness to the frenzy of our intercourse. I stretched, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. The air still smelled of the mingled scent of her juices and my semen—it was so intoxicating. I chuckled lewdly and said, "To have shared this passionate lovemaking with the dream girl of every man in the city, my life has been worthwhile. There's nothing more to say. Today, I raped you, Sister Deng. If anyone comes looking for it, I'll take responsibility. Kill me or torture me, it's all mine! I admit it all!" "I didn't expect my answer to be so nonchalant. Sister Deng was clearly taken aback for a moment, then her pretty face flushed slightly. She raised her small fist and punched me twice, then leaned against my chest, drawing circles with her finger as she said in a coquettish voice, 'The club has rules that liaisons like me are not allowed to have relationships with members. Besides, I'm Marshal Chen's woman, so don't touch me again next time! If Marshal Chen finds out, neither of us will be in good trouble!' She was the one who seduced me first, but now that she said that, it was as if I had really raped her. What did I do to deserve this? But seeing how serious Sister Deng was, I didn't want to really clash with the club's higher-ups, so I nodded in agreement. Sister Deng looked at me affectionately, lovingly stroking the few bloody marks she had pinched, and said with slightly parted cherry lips, 'Youth is so good, so strong and passionate. The moment you ejaculated inside me, it was so powerful, so forceful. I felt like I was flying!'" I haven't reached this level of climax in a very, very long time. As men get older, they gain more social experience and become more caring, but when it comes to sex, something always seems to be missing. There's no longer that passion and energy. Sigh, I wish people could stay young forever. "This woman is poised and elegant in social situations, passionate and seductive in lovemaking, and charmingly sweet and endearing when she's being coquettish—her acting skills are truly superb, worthy of admiration. But at this moment, she completely lacks her usual heroic and capable demeanor, like a long-deprived, resentful woman venting her frustrations on her young lover. I held this woman, over forty but still charming, tightly in my arms, tenderly stroking her smooth face. She closed her eyes, blissfully enjoying my caresses. I inhaled her faint fragrance and whispered in her ear, 'Sister, you know what? This is the first time I've ejaculated in a month. I thought I was finished, ruined, but you've helped me regain my confidence. Sister, thank you!'" I lowered my head and kissed Sister Deng's lips, my tongue gently tracing the depths of her mouth, sucking the sweet juices of her mature body. Sister Deng held me tightly around the waist, responding passionately. We continued for a long time, until we were both almost breathless, before finally separating. Our eyes met; the woman looked at me with a complex expression, a mixture of desire and fearful struggle. Finally, she gently pushed me away and said softly, "These two, mother and daughter, have quite a few emotional flaws. It seems we'll be able to tame them in another month..." "Let's not do this again. It's better for you, for me, understand?" [The End]

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