Many romantic encounters

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It was shortly after I opened my business. My friend who was helping with sales had to go do his own thing, and I still didn't know where my sales assistants were. I was so anxious! No matter how many sluts walked by, I couldn't muster any interest. You know, with money, there are plenty of women like bitches. As for looks, buddy, you could say I'm pretty good-looking. And look, the girl selling shirts next to me—I slept with her. They say beautiful women with good figures are often naive, and it seems that's true.

The first time I saw her, wow!!! Long hair, oval face, tiny waist, not-too-big breasts, and her legs, while not long, were perfectly proportioned and slender. Every time I looked at her, I felt a primal urge, and my penis was throbbing. I often fantasized about how amazing it would be to hold her waist and fuck her from behind!!
To my utter surprise, this woman came to me of her own accord. She started by striking up a conversation, then subtly nudged me with her small breasts. The worst time was when something happened in our area and made the newspaper. A whole bunch of us were looking at the same newspaper at the same time. I don't know if she was genuinely eager to read it or just couldn't resist the urge, but she grabbed my shoulders from behind and pressed her entire body against me, her chin resting on my left shoulder. This time, I could clearly feel her restless breasts, but what I couldn't stand was that her prominent, throbbing vulva was pressed tightly against my buttocks, and strands of her fragrant hair clung to my face. Damn, you might not believe it, but it really happened. Maybe because everyone was looking at the newspaper and there was no one behind us, she was so bold, occasionally leaning closer and slightly wriggling against me. The shock was intense. I'm a virile man, how could I resist her being so horny? If I didn't sleep with her, do you think she'd think I was impotent or a homosexual?
I don't need to elaborate on what happened after that, or I'll go off-topic. Anyway, that time I fucked her was pretty good. I really did it from behind, holding her waist. She was screaming loudly; I was worried my neighbors would hear. She was also very wet, so much so that I had to change the sheets afterwards.
Anyway, back to the point, just as I was worrying about hiring a waitress, a sweet, timid voice suddenly reached my ears.
"Excuse me, are you hiring waitresses here?"
Oh, yes. I answered and looked up. The first thing I saw was a slightly plump but sexy beauty (I like slightly plump women), followed by a pair of big, watery eyes. A small, pink mouth that would make any man want to put his penis inside. I quickly glanced at her breasts; they were really big, and I was worried the buttons on the front might pop off.
The next thing was the job interview. I pretended to comment on her shortcomings and set a price. Clearly, she completely accepted my conditions and didn't ask for much, which made me secretly happy to have found such a beautiful woman with a low salary. (Actually, although she was pretty, she was obviously a novice at selling goods, so she didn't meet my standards. However, I had my own purpose. I was short-staffed, her salary wasn't high, and she was so pretty, so I decided to use her for a month (probation period). Most importantly, I had the chance to take advantage of her a little, so why not?)
The following days were torture for my eyes. She would drag her big breasts around in front of me all day, smelling of floral shampoo, her big buttocks jiggling as she walked, always making me wonder if she was challenging me. In order to see more of her body, I specially ordered a batch of skirts and low-cut tops for her to wear as samples. Then I would have her arrange the goods, deliberately making the goods look messy so that she would squat down to tidy them up. I would hold the ledger, recording things while secretly peeking at her pair of unruly big breasts under her collar and the blurry glimpses of her cleavage under her skirt. Sometimes, just looking at her would make my penis incredibly hard, so hard that I could only sit and dared not stand up. Later, when I went to pick up goods, I would wear jeans, so even if my penis was hard, it wouldn't be noticeable. (Hehe, I'm clever, right? I went to great lengths to spy on her.) What puzzled me was that I could never see what color underwear she was wearing. It was always blurry, which only strengthened my determination to find out. Finally, the opportunity came. That time, the freight company's shipment was late, and it was almost time to pick up passengers. I was anxious, and she was anxious too. As soon as the goods arrived, we busied ourselves checking the orders, organizing, and recording. Just as I was too busy to spy on her, she suddenly called me!
"Brother, look at what's written here, the number seems a little off?"
The goods were on the ground, and I quickly put down what I was doing. The numbers were too small, so I had to lie down and look carefully.
Oh. Isn't this it? It's okay, it's usually not wrong. After confirming everything was alright, I looked up to get ready. But as soon as I looked up, I realized she was squatting while I was lying down, and I could see the bottom of her skirt again. Bright red silk panties with a large mesh overlay, even her dark pubic hair was peeking out. Perhaps because the mesh was so large, I could vaguely see her labia minora. She had a lot of dark pubic hair; no wonder I couldn't see it before, it always seemed so dark. So that's why. Now I understand why every woman's panties leave two marks on her buttocks. She didn't, which meant she was wearing a thong. No wonder her buttocks were jiggling so much.
"Hmm, something really does seem off," I said, pretending to study the sheet, and lay down again.
"Yeah, take a closer look. If you can't figure it out, call and ask." She didn't seem to realize she was being exposed. At least, that's what I thought.
Although I'm not a novice, this voyeuristic urge still made my heart pound in my throat. I wanted to see clearly but was afraid of being discovered. If I didn't look, this was a golden opportunity! Being so close to her, I could almost smell the fragrance emanating from her vagina—the scent of lust, the scent of wanting to be fucked. Finally, when there was no reason for me to stay on the ground any longer, I reluctantly said, "Oh, really, nothing's wrong. I must have been mistaken," and stood up.
I saw her breasts again, the deep cleavage, glistening with sweat. Because she had been squatting for so long, her large breasts had pushed down her collar, exposing two-thirds of them. I thought if her areolas were larger, they would definitely be visible. Just to touch her breasts, even just a touch would be fine. I tried everything, starting with ironing clothes. I had her hold the bottom corners of her clothes with both hands, hanging them on a pole. I held the iron and slipped it between her arms—a necessary step when two people are ironing. I pushed the iron forward, then pulled it back sharply, my elbow just touching her breasts.
Oh, almost half a month later, I finally touched her breasts. Large but not soft, incredibly elastic; each pull back lifted those heavy breasts. After ironing for a while, I pretended to talk to her, casually glancing at her breasts. And what a surprise! Her pink areolas were right in front of me. The low neckline could no longer hide her defiant breasts; they were about to burst out completely. Perhaps I'd been looking for a bit too long, because she instinctively glanced down, realizing she'd been exposed, and quickly put her clothes down. She started tidying herself up. I thought her reaction would be strong, but it wasn't. After tidying herself up, she came back and picked up her clothes for me to iron, as if nothing had happened. However, I could sense that during our subsequent conversation, her face was still a little red, and her voice trembled slightly!
After that, she seemed much more relaxed. We'd occasionally chat about sex, but only when no one else was around. I became bolder, often using work as an excuse to touch her breasts, and with closer physical contact, I could feel her prominent mons pubis. She didn't seem bothered; sometimes she even cooperated with my actions, which excited me greatly. About
a month into working for me, the mall needed renovations and would close for a month, meaning I had to stay open, and she would face unemployment. Without hesitation, I decided to treat her to a good meal. Enough small talk, let's eat and drink. We both had a few drinks; after all, we'd been together for so long and got along very well. During our conversation, I said, "I bought my wife a bra, but I don't know if it'll fit. The mall's about to close, and if it doesn't fit, it'll take a long time to return it.
How about I help you try it on later?"
This sudden request left me speechless. Even a fool could understand the weight of those words.
I said, "That's wonderful!" I was overjoyed; it seemed a month's worth of pent-up desire would finally be released tonight!
We seemed to be fueled by the alcohol, laughing and talking loudly all the way to my house, arm in arm. Once there, to ensure a smooth and enjoyable night, I secretly added a Viagra tablet to her drink. You might say, "Isn't that for men?" I know it's for men, but I figured it would work for women too. Whatever, if it works, great; if not, it won't hurt her.
We chatted haphazardly, and before we knew it, the drink was finished. The alcohol probably made the drug work faster. I noticed her face was redder than when she was drinking, and she kept running her fingers through her hair, her breathing wasn't normal. Maybe she couldn't take it anymore, because she said, "Brother, where's your bra? Let me try it on for you. I'm going back soon." Damn, she's such a good actress. She clearly wanted me to fuck her, and she even knew how to make excuses. I went along with it and took out my clothes. "
You're not allowed to look! Turn around. I'll be dressed, then you can turn back." I could clearly feel her restless and anxious state of mind. Okay, I turned around.
She started undressing behind me, first taking off her top and then her mini-skirt. This silly girl, even though I turned around, our TV was facing her, and since it wasn't on, the reflection made it easy for me to see her every move. Oh, she was wearing a set of black lingerie today, as if she had planned to wear it. Two big breasts jumped out and were displayed in front of me as her clothes fell off, swaying back and forth. She was also wearing silk panties, thong-shaped. Her waist was very thin, which seemed a bit disproportionate to her big breasts and big butt. My penis hardened in the blink of an eye, bulging so high that it stretched my pants. I was really worried that my zipper would burst open. I couldn't take it anymore and secretly turned my head to look at her directly. She had already taken off her bra and was about to take off her panties when she noticed me. "
Brother, how could you do this?" Her seductive voice was alluring. She turned around shyly, offering me a big, round, perky, and white ass.
At that moment, I felt my whole body surging with blood. My cock was throbbing like crazy. Stop pretending, go for it, what are you waiting for? I stepped forward and grabbed her from behind, pulling her into my arms tightly so she could feel the fury of my cock. I wanted to immediately crawl between her legs, take her whole pussy into my mouth, and fuck her with my tongue.
"Ah!" Brother, no, what are you doing? Don't do this, little sister, I like you, don't you know? My voice trembled so much that even I couldn't believe it. She was still resisting. I pressed my lips tightly to her neck, sliding to her ear, and then I boldly said, "Baby, I want you!! I want to fuck you!!!"
Hearing my words, she didn't stop resisting. "Ugh, no, brother, ugh, oh dear, she was resisting, but it was becoming more and more symbolic." Slowly, she raised her head, lifting her delicate chin. Her breathing had become rapid. She reached out and grabbed my head, gripping my hair tightly, causing a slight pain—a different kind of pain. I kissed her neck passionately, leaving red marks. My penis, through my pants, eagerly began to thrust into her, rubbing and grinding so hard that I could hear the friction. My hands moved down her waist to her large, longed-for breasts. They were enormous, probably the largest I'd ever slept with. My hands struggled to grasp her breasts, lifting them, lowering them, flattening them, stretching them, and kneading them vigorously. The aphrodisiac made her forget her shyness. Her moans grew louder, then more frantic. "
Can you take my pants off?" (Actually, I was asking her to give me oral sex), I whispered carefully in her ear. She turned around, her disheveled hair exuding a wild, sensual energy. We briefly met eyes, and I could feel the burning desire in her eyes. Then she lunged at my lips, her kiss so forceful it brushed against my teeth, leaving a salty taste—probably from bleeding—but desire masked the pain. She kissed me frantically, her trembling hands frantically unbuckling my belt. My pants fell down with a thud. She slowed her pace, pulling away from my mouth, until she reached my underwear. Carefully, she stretched the elastic and pulled it down. My penis was throbbing. Luckily, she knew what she was doing; otherwise, pulling it down too quickly would have hurt my little brother. My black penis, like a wild horse released, sprang out with a whoosh, the glans already engorged and purple. It throbbed. Then, with her pink lips, as if tasting something delicious, she first licked the glans, then nudged the urethral opening with her tongue. Finally, with a sudden movement that almost made me ejaculate, she swallowed my penis whole, all the way to the base. Then I slowly pulled it out, and then swallowed it all at once. The mouth and vagina are so different; the vagina is warm, the mouth is cold. Her tongue swirled under my penis. My hands weren't idle either, they were groping her big breasts. Oh, I let out a long sigh, letting my nerves relax. If we continued like this, I might not be able to hold on. So I grabbed her by her breasts and helped her up, then shoved her heavily onto the bed. Lust filled my entire body. I didn't care about her expression; her thick pubic hair caught my eye. Her hair was abundant but not messy, like its owner, lying there obediently like a female dog, waiting for my wild fucking. I pounced on her like a wolf, bending her legs up. A large, tender vagina, overflowing with vaginal fluid, was revealed before my eyes without reservation. It was constantly dripping wet, exuding a woman's unique scent. Her clitoris stood erect, not to be outdone. I imitated her actions, first licking her clitoris, then circling it with my tongue. Then I opened my mouth wide and took her vulva, labia majora and minora, and clitoris all into my mouth, raping her vaginal opening with my tongue. Her vagina tasted slightly bitter inside, and because there was so much fluid, I had to hold it for a while before spitting it out and then giving her oral sex. "Ah, brother, um, ah, brother," she murmured, becoming somewhat incoherent, probably just wanting me to fuck her quickly. (Later, I reflected on it; we were truly a match made in heaven, as if we knew each other's thoughts.) It was time. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, so I could see how my penis penetrated her cunt, giving me an even greater sense of satisfaction in raping her. I pulled out my large penis and rubbed it against her clitoris, making her even more excited. Then, I coated her vaginal opening with her excess fluid. It was time. I slowly pushed the head of my penis into her vagina, and her labia minora eagerly opened, seemingly welcoming my arrival. With a soft "plop," a gush of vaginal fluid was squeezed out as I entered her. She seemed to have suddenly grasped a lifeline in a crisis, letting out a long moan. Her captivating face and beautiful body created a picture of a super slut. I began to fuck her, the sounds of our intercourse filling the air. Her vagina swelled with each thrust. Her labia minora flipped open and closed, a sight that sent shivers of pleasure through me. "Come on, bro! " This bitch, she could say things like that, like something out of a movie. She just went for it. I lifted her big ass, making my attack easier. I pulled my big cock all the way out, then thrust it back in completely, the highs and lows making me feel the pleasure and depth of her uterus with each stroke. "Ahhh! Ohhh!" With my frenzied fucking, her moans grew louder and more rapid. Streams of vaginal fluid were drawn up by my glans, flowing down her anus onto my sheets, her two big breasts swaying as if they were about to fall off. My scalding cock was getting hotter and hotter, and my body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly pulled it out and flipped this slut over. I made sure her big ass was facing me, so I could fuck her harder without her seeing my fierce expression. It gave me a sadistic thrill. I grabbed her breasts as a handrail and thrust my cock into her cunt. It felt completely different. Her ass was so fleshy; it bounced back as I went in, saving me a lot of effort. Her anus opened and closed under my thrusts—it looked so good. Ahhh! Scream all you want, you slut, I'll make sure you never forget how good I am! I thought fiercely, my cock fucking her cunt even harder. Slap slap slap. The sounds of flesh against flesh, cock and cunt intercourse, and wanton moans echoed throughout my room.

Ahhhhhh!!!
I flipped her over again. Her pubic hair was no longer neatly combed from my fucking, and her vagina was terribly swollen and completely engorged with blood. Looking at her messy hair, my wildness erupted again. I wrapped my right arm around her neck so she wouldn't move much, allowing me to fuck her like a toy. My left arm around her waist, and we kissed passionately, my cock relentlessly fucking her vagina. I wanted to fuck her vagina raw to release the torment I'd endured for less than a month.
Ahh ...
Her moans suddenly became very long; was she reaching her climax? After her cry, I couldn't control myself anymore. She whispered in my ear, "I'm coming... cum inside, hurry, don't pull out!"
What exciting news! I could cum inside! I let go and grabbed her breasts, burying my face completely in them. Because the suffocating feeling would make cumming feel even better. Oh, my heart was pounding, my penis was throbbing to its limit, and I felt every muscle in my body tense. I shuddered and released my semen, shooting it straight to her cervix. I squeezed her breasts hard, trying to slow the fading of my climax. Similarly, she screamed again, her body reacting even more strongly than mine, trembling a few times before letting out a satisfied sigh. [The End]

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