female spy

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I'm almost 30, tall and handsome. I had excellent grades in university, and many girls pursued me. Later, I started dating a pretty girl from a lower-ranking department. We got married two years after she graduated.
I love the aerospace industry, and after graduation, I applied for a job at a research institute under the Ministry of Aerospace and was accepted. Now, I'm a key member of the institute, participating in the development of many aerospace instruments. My wife also works for another large aerospace company under the Ministry of Aerospace.
With a beautiful wife and a successful career, I'm riding high. However, I've encountered a problem in my life. My wife is very busy with work, often working overtime and frequently traveling for business. I was raised by my parents and have no cooking skills. When my wife isn't home, I'm completely lost and have to eat bread and instant noodles. What troubles me most is that when my wife works overtime or is away on business, how can I, a vigorous and sexually active man, endure the long nights?
I downloaded some porn and hid it in a secret folder on my computer. When I was alone at night, I would secretly watch it to satisfy my cravings, and inevitably masturbate.
One day after work, my partner came home and said, "This can't go on. I'm often away on business trips, and you're just eating instant noodles at home. This will ruin your health in the long run. There's a technician at my workplace who came back from abroad, and I've learned a lot from him. He knows about our situation and said he has a niece who graduated from studying in S country and wants to stay there to work. She's back in China for a while now. His niece is good at housework and has learned to cook very well. Since she's free anyway, he suggested she come help out at our house. Besides cooking, she can do laundry, clean, and so on. I was very happy and said I would pay her well. What do you think?" Of course, that would be great! This would be a huge help.
The next day, my partner brought you home. When you walked in, I saw what a clever and charming girl you were! You had sweet, big eyes, a pure and innocent look, wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt and a blue skirt—you looked just like the girl next door. However, your small breasts were quite full and rounded, indicating you weren't a young girl anymore. I couldn't help but swallow hard (thankfully, my partner didn't see). I asked, "What's your name?" You generously replied, "Big brother, just call me Weiwei." My partner had already prepared a small room for you and moved a television in.
From then on, our quality of life improved significantly. Every morning, you had breakfast ready for us. When we came home from work, fragrant dishes were already on the table. The living room, bedroom, and study were always spotless. In the evenings, while I worked in the study, you would bring us hot coffee. Before I left in the morning, you would even tie my tie, and you did it perfectly, better than my partner. I couldn't understand how you were so good at these things; it was as if you had received special training.
You have a sweet tongue; calling you "Big Brother" or "Big Sister" is so comforting, and your soft, gentle voice never bothers us. My partner is absolutely smitten, calling you "Little Sister" this and "Little Sister" that, frequently sending you gifts and even buying you several pretty outfits. My partner suggested giving you more money each month, and of course I agreed.
Actually, I had my own motives. My partner and I are very loving, but I also have fantasies, like chance encounters, romantic getaways, etc. Meeting a pretty girl inevitably stirs my desires. But I dared not; what if my partner found out? But with such a beautiful and well-behaved girl living in our home, it's like an opportunity being handed to me. Could I control myself?
Gradually, I instinctively felt that whenever it was just the two of us at home, your voice was especially sweet, almost coquettish, and sometimes you'd give me a flirtatious glance. This stirred a desire within me, a thought, but I dared not act rashly. If I misunderstood and acted rashly, and you reacted and told my partner, she'd be furious.
What was bound to happen, happened. That day, I worked late into the night and was exhausted when I got home. I told my partner I'd stay home and rest the next day and went straight to sleep. I didn't even know my partner got up for work the next morning.
I slept until ten o'clock, then quickly washed up and went downstairs to see what breakfast you'd prepared. Halfway down, I froze. In the living room, you were humming a tune while cleaning. Despite the hot weather, you weren't wearing any clothes, only a very narrow pair of underwear. You were completely naked, your figure fully exposed, your small breasts looking even more perky. I instantly felt hot all over, and my penis throbbed, making my pajama bottoms bulge.
You turned around just then, and when you saw me, you froze, your face filled with terror. Your hands instinctively covered your chest, and you stammered, "Ah... Brother, you... you're home? I..." What, didn't your partner tell you? At that moment, desire rose within me. I walked down the escalator step by step towards you. You retreated in panic, bumping into the sofa. I walked up to you, pulled down your hand that was covering your chest. You tried to dodge, tripped over the sofa, and fell down. I sat down next to you, touching your nipple. "Big brother...don't...don't do this..." "Weiwei, why aren't you dressed?" "I...I didn't know big brother...was home."
"Didn't big sister tell you?" I pulled you into my arms, covering your breast with one hand. "No, big brother, don't do this...big sister...will find out..." As I held your fragrant body in my arms, my heart pounded like it was during my first love. I was still nervous; after all, this was the first time I'd been with another girl behind my lover's back. Primal instincts drove me to kiss your fragrant lips, my tongue aggressively breaking through your defenses, plunging into your mouth, entwining with your sweet tongue, savoring its fragrance.
You forcefully turned your head away from my kiss, sobbing, "Big brother, please, big sister will kill me if she finds out..." "Hehe, how would you know if you didn't tell me?" My hands were still kneading and playing with your breasts. They were warm, like freshly baked buns, and felt so good to touch. You twisted and struggled, pleading, "Please, brother, let me go." I sensed your struggles weren't very strong; perhaps you weren't truly opposed, just afraid your lover would find out. Knowing this, I simply laid you down on my lap and began to fondle your breasts with both hands. You still tried to break free, but it was too late; you only managed token moans, "Mmm...uh...no...brother, let me go..."
I lovingly played with your breasts; their shape was quite beautiful, especially the two pink cherries at the tips, glistening and incredibly alluring, completely displayed before me. I couldn't resist lowering my head, opening my mouth to take one of your full breasts into my mouth, licking and sucking. "Ah!...Brother, please stop...please!" Though you still twisted, you had given up struggling. I focused on sucking and nibbling at that cherry, while my hands caressed and kneaded your other neglected breast.
Your fragrance intoxicated me. I used every trick in the book—sucking, licking, biting, grabbing, kneading, pinching, and pulling—taking turns to care for your two exquisite, beautiful breasts. You couldn't withstand such teasing and had long since given up resisting. Your delicate body trembled slightly, and you let out sweet moans: "Hmm...ah...big brother...ya...don't bite...ah...um...hmm..." Gradually, you seemed to lose control and react. Your soft hands naturally hooked around my neck, and your warm, soft body pressed tightly against me, as if trying to become one with me. Under the onslaught of my tongue and hands, your two pink nipples stood erect, and your snow-white skin gradually turned a hazy pink.
I don't know how long it lasted, but my mouth and hands reluctantly left your breasts. You opened your small mouth, panting softly, your face as red as a tempting apple. As your chest heaved violently, your two pink nipples trembled, making it impossible for me to look away. My usually calm mind completely lost its ability to think. I couldn't help but stand up, bend down, and lift you up. I went upstairs to the bedroom, laid you flat on the big bed, and impatiently took off your panties, quickly stripping myself naked as well.
At this moment, you were like a lamb that had been shaved, lying quietly on the bed, ready to be slaughtered. I admired you for a while, then leaned down, caressing your long, slender thighs with both hands, admiring the most alluring thing hidden between your legs—the mysterious palace. Your vulva was plump and full, the mons pubis slightly raised, looking like a cute little bun; the dense pubic hair was neatly and symmetrically distributed on both sides, and the already wet, pink vaginal opening, enveloped by the labia majora and minora, was tender with a faint red tinge, without a single pubic hair. A tightly closed pink slit stretched out from within, giving me an incredibly strong shock.
My tongue gently touched your vulva, extending to lightly lick the edge of your pubic hair and the delicate skin on the inside of your thighs. You felt the warm breath from the man's lips on your most intimate and sensitive area. You seemed a little shy, closing your legs tightly, yet also experiencing a stimulating reluctance to let go. Almost stiffly, you parted your legs again, letting my tongue slide over your labia, licking your tender vaginal opening. There, it felt as if it was about to drip with moisture. You moaned and flinched to the side. I inhaled the slightly fishy and salty scent emanating from your genitals, resolutely pressing my lips against the area enveloped by your labia minora. Your body arched, wanting to pull away yet also wanting to open your body further for my kiss. A strange stimulation overwhelmed your entire body. The feeling was a mixture of shame, lust, and a fresh, exciting sensation. You clearly felt the warm touch of my tongue on the tender flesh inside your body.
Seeing that your reaction was perfect, I reached out and explored your paradise. Wow, it was already wet. Seeing that the time was ripe, I didn't waste any more time, but I hadn't lost my mind yet. I grabbed a dry towel and placed it under you; I couldn't leave any trace for my lover. Then I got into bed, reached out and lifted your legs, forcefully spreading them apart. Your face was flushed, and you murmured softly, "Oh... Big brother... what... what are you going to do..." I didn't speak, but aimed my long-erect, rock-hard penis at your vulva, the purplish-red glans pressing directly against your labia, rubbing it a couple of times against your already slightly wet entrance.
Suddenly, you opened your eyes wide and stared straight into mine. "Big brother, do you really want Weiwei's body?" I was taken aback and looked at you for a moment. "What, Weiwei, are you really unwilling? If you really don't want to, I won't force you." "Sigh..." you sighed softly. "Big brother, it's come to this point, and you've seen enough of my body. There's nothing I can do if you don't want to. Big brother wants it so much, and you've always been so good to me, so let's grant your wish. But... big brother, be good to me, um... be gentle, I'm afraid of pain." After saying that, you suppressed your shyness, reached out and grabbed my hard penis, and looked at me with a flushed face, saying softly, "Big brother... come on..."
Your words sounded exceptionally charming to my ears, making my blood boil and my desire surge. "Weiwei, then I'm coming." I took a deep breath, calmed my surging emotions a little, then held my breath, and with a slight thrust of my waist, my thick penis slowly parted your labia and squeezed inside. I thrust my hips forward again with a sudden, powerful movement, and with a "plop," I entered your beautiful flower garden. It felt like I was being tightly enveloped by a hot, soft, honeyed flesh, and an intense wave of pleasure surged
through my brain… “Ah… I… ah… Big brother… you’re… going too deep… ah… it hurts a little…” Hearing your cry of pain, I paused for a moment, then lowered my head to kiss your cherry lips, comforting you. After the initial pain subsided, I cupped your slender waist in my hands and, with all my might, began to thrust wildly, instantly plunging you into a powerful sexual shock and stimulation. After only a few dozen thrusts, you involuntarily let out moans that made you blush: “Ah… I… can’t take it… ah… too deep… ah… this is too heavy… ah… oh my god… harder… yes… ah…” You moaned incoherently, your body arching like a shrimp, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper into your body.
A burning desire raged in my eyes, and only one thought occupied my mind: thrust, thrust, and thrust again. Boundless pleasure surged through my penis into my brain, then quickly spread to every cell in my body, making me feel as if I were floating. Your delicate body writhed beneath me, your slender waist arching to meet my thrusts, your beautiful head swaying from side to side on the pillow, your flowing hair cascading down, dancing in the air with each movement.
After about two or three hundred thrusts, as my thick cock slid in and out of your honey pot, the sounds of "splashing" and "splashing" filled the air, and strands of your vaginal fluid splashed everywhere. You had gotten used to my thrusting, and feeling a bit itchy and tingling, you pressed my head against your chest, your long, slender legs rubbing helplessly against me, and your cherry-like mouth occasionally emitted soft moans that made my heart pound, "Mmm... Big brother... Ahh... So numb... Ah... So itchy... You're so amazing... Ah..."
"Ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...ah..." With a high-pitched and long moan, your arched body slowly went limp on the bed, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within your uterus, making my glans numb and almost causing me to "die." Fortunately, I took a deep breath in time, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, and then rallied my spirits, unleashing a new round of frenzied assault, my penis pounding inside your vagina, each thrust penetrating to the very core. Your body, still recovering from your recent climax, was involuntarily drawn back into a state of frenzy...
"Ah...Big brother...ah...you...are even more intense than before...ah...my little hole...is...completely...filled...ah...it's hitting my...heart...ah...I...it feels so good..." You let out a cry of pleasure from the bottom of your heart...This excited me even more. I lifted your waist and increased the frequency of my thrusts. Our lower abdomens collided, making a "plop plop" sound. After dozens of thrusts, "Ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...good big brother...ah..." Your body slid down, and your vagina released vaginal fluid again. This time I couldn't hold on any longer and surrendered. My body trembled, and a series of semen burst out, surging into the depths of your vagina. I groaned with pleasure...
Suddenly, my consciousness blurred. I seemed to be hallucinating, as if I were floating on air, flying to the sky. It seemed like you were asking me a question, or maybe you weren't saying anything. I lost consciousness...It was hazy
. It seemed like a long time had passed, or maybe only a moment. I woke up and lay on the bed, trying to remember what had happened, but I couldn't remember. What happened? Was my orgasm too intense, and did I ejaculate too forcefully? Nothing like this has ever happened between my lover and me. Looking to the side, I saw you, eyes closed, panting softly, your chest heaving after your climax. The more I looked, the more I loved you, and I couldn't resist caressing your entire body.
Soon, you came to your senses under my gentle caresses, wrapped your arms around my neck, and gave me a passionate kiss. Your face was filled with the satisfaction and languidness of post-coital bliss, your pretty face now possessing a mature charm that made you even more beautiful. "I…, so beautiful, I thought I almost died. Big brother, how are you so amazing, you made me… um… so embarrassed…", you nestled into my arms, too shy to look up. "Weiwei, will your brother still love you like this in the future?" You sobbed, and I couldn't make out what you were saying. I lifted your head by your chin. "Weiwei, tell me, will you?" Your face turned bright red, and you said sweetly, "Yes, I will. I like it when you do this to me, brother. But I'm afraid... afraid that my sister will find out."
I said, "Okay, okay, I'm starving. I want to eat." You climbed off the bed and said happily, "Brother, I'll go cook for you." Suddenly, I noticed that there was no blood in the stain on the towel. What happened? You saw my questioning look and panicked a little. You quickly added, "Brother, I confess. I had a boyfriend in S country, and we lived together for half a year." You looked at me nervously. "Brother, you won't be disgusted with me, will you?" Oh dear, what's wrong with that...
In the afternoon, you wanted to go out shopping and begged me to go with you. I was off today and didn't have anything to do, so I went shopping with you. You took my arm and leaned against me like a little bird, just like a girl in love.
At dinner (my partner really loves you; they don't let you eat alone in the kitchen, but invites you to the table to eat with us), my partner asked, "Weiwei, what do you usually do after work during the day?" "Nothing much," I replied. "Watching TV is boring, and most of the books in your study are technical, which I don't understand." "Do you like playing games?" I asked. "Oh, sister, I love it, I love it, but I'm not very good at it." "I'll teach you."
That evening, my partner called me to the study (we mainly use the computer there because it's convenient for research). My partner downloaded a few games for me and taught me how to play. "I don't use the computer much at home for work, so you can use mine from now on." You were so sweet! You kissed my partner on the cheek. "Thank you, sister," I said. My partner smiled too.
Seeing me go into the study and turn on the computer, you came over and asked, "Brother, do you play games?" While entering the password to turn it on, I said, "I don't play much. I mostly work at home for a while in the evenings." I opened a few folder keys. "I need to look up some information tonight." "Then I won't bother you, brother," you said, going back to your room. My partner went back
to the bedroom to watch TV. Two months passed, autumn arrived, and it got cool. You visited your uncle's house every now and then. During this time, the three of us were very happy, and I truly felt incredibly blessed. I worked hard during the day, and at dinner, the table was filled with laughter. After dinner, my partner and I enjoyed our time together while you went back to your room to watch TV or play games in the study. When my partner worked overtime or was away on a business trip, the whole house became our happy haven. My partner never dreamed that on our bed, where we rested and cuddled, Weiwei and I would experience passionate and unforgettable lovemaking. Making love with you had a different flavor compared to making love with my partner. Sometimes you're like a Japanese woman, utterly obedient and submissive, your moans magnetic; other times you're like a European woman, alluring and passionate, your cries during orgasm echoing throughout the room.
What surprises and amazes me even more is that sometimes after reaching orgasm with you, a sudden flash of inspiration strikes, and a technical problem I've been struggling with at work suddenly becomes solvable. (I can hardly believe it—does your tiny vagina possess some magical power, transmitting inspiration through my erect penis?) Anyway, I like you even more.
But sometimes I feel something's off. For example, have you really only been living with your boyfriend for six months? I've noticed your sexual technique is quite skilled, and your desire is intense, like a mature woman. Also, why do I sometimes experience a trance-like state after orgasm and temporarily lose consciousness, while other times I don't (this never happens with my lover).
And then, once you were talking to me, "Big brother, what have you been busy with lately?" Since you wouldn't understand, I casually mentioned the problem I was considering. "Oh, I'm thinking about automatically switching on another line after one line fails, to increase reliability." You blurted out, "Redundancy!" "What, you know about that?" You paused, then quickly said, "Oh… I heard it from my uncle. He keeps tropical fish and needs constant heating. I asked him what to do if the lights break while he's at work, and he said he has a solution: by designing the wiring, if one line breaks, the other automatically connects. That's called redundancy. Isn't that the same as what you were talking about, big brother?"
Another time, you were on the phone with your uncle and suddenly blurted out a few English words. I remembered you saying you studied a language from S country and didn't understand English, so I asked, "Weiwei, you speak English?" Your answer was a little flustered, "Oh… I… no… I don't know English… these… a few words… my uncle taught me…"
But I didn't take any of this seriously and didn't suspect anything else.
It's late autumn. I was working overtime when I received a call from my partner. Her boss had sent her on a business trip today; she'd arrived at the airport and would only be there for two or three days. She asked me to look after Weiwei. I should have been happy, as I'd have another chance to be with my lovely Weiwei. But I was exhausted after a long day, my head was throbbing, and after getting home at 9 pm, I said goodbye to you and went to wash up and go to bed.
...In my drowsy state, I felt someone moving my body. I murmured, "Who...who is it..." but there was no sound. I lay still. I felt the bottom of the blanket being pulled back, and it felt like a hand had slipped into my shorts (I wasn't wearing pajamas, just loose shorts). Then it pulled out my penis. I forced my eyes open. It was you, Weiwei. "Weiwei, I'm tired and want to sleep." "Brother, I want...I want it! Brother hasn't had a chance to love me for so many days, I can't hold back anymore, what should I do?" You looked at me pitifully, your eyes filled with resentment and a hint of sorrow. I suddenly felt a strong urge to satisfy you, but I felt weak and powerless. Seeing that I didn't object, you said happily, "Brother, lie still. I'll serve you for a while."
You lay on top of me, lowered your head, and took my glans into your mouth. I immediately felt your soft lips enveloping my sensitive spot, smooth and warm. You then gently licked my glans with your soft and skillful tongue. I noticed your face was exceptionally rosy, incredibly beautiful, passionate and full of spring, playful yet alluring—truly captivating.
At this moment, my penis was not yet erect. You grasped my penis with both hands and began to rub it, occasionally stroking the scrotum with your slender, snow-white fingers. Your face moved up and down, your delicate, translucent neck stretching out with each movement. Perhaps feeling the fiery pulse from the hard veins, your face immediately flushed red. My glans swelled further with your sucking, and your eyes showed a look of ecstasy. You closed your eyes and licked with your nimble little tongue, pressing it down while licking around the glans and gently moving it up and down along the fleshy crevice on the back. You then enveloped the glans with your lips and put it in your mouth, stimulating it with the tip of your tongue.
What skillful oral technique! I felt incredibly good. My already erect penis trembled, wanting to push deeper into your mouth. You clearly noticed and said softly, "Don't rush, good brother, let Weiwei take it slow..."
You continued to suck and lick, then your mouth began to stroke my penis up and down, while your hands also began to grasp and stroke it. Your flowing hair fell between my thighs and lower abdomen, rubbing against my genitals with the up-and-down movement of your head, making me feel itchy and numb. I almost wanted to ejaculate. I stroked your shiny black hair and pink neck with one hand, while the other hand gently caressed your smooth back...
You kept stroking my penis with your mouth, your body swaying up and down. Your black hair danced in the wind, and through the fabric of your nightgown, I could see your full breasts swaying. Your body, encased in the nightgown, was incredibly beautiful. I kept lifting your soft black hair with my hand, trying to get a better look at your alluring movements as you swallowed and released my penis. Your face was flushed red to your ears, unable
to hide your expression, and your beautiful body was burning hot. You opened your mouth wide to swallow my penis, then spat it out, over and over again, your hands gripping and stroking it rapidly. I could feel your seductive movements; your face was flushed with lust, and your beautiful buttocks swayed. I felt my penis harden, and I couldn't help but bend down, one hand pressing down on your back, the other caressing your swaying breasts, repeatedly calling out, "Weiwei, faster...faster..." Seeing that I was aroused, you were overjoyed and continued to swallow and release with all your might until I felt I was about to ejaculate. Then I pressed your head down forcefully, pushing the head of my penis deep into your throat. You gripped my penis tightly with both hands, your lips and tongue constantly stimulating the head of my penis. In an instant, a large gush of semen shot out, and you let out a soft, surprised cry. I held your head with one hand and took your small hand that was holding my penis with the other, rubbing the head of my penis against your lips. Semen continued to shoot out, reaching your mouth, your beautiful face, the ends of your charming hair, and your delicate neck, all covered in it…
You carefully wiped the semen off your body with your pajamas, making sure it didn't drip onto the bed, then took off your pajamas and got a dry towel, tucking it under my buttocks. You got into bed and said, “Brother, lie down and don't move. I'll take good care of you today.”
I was completely wide awake. I felt that you were acting strangely today. Given your usually understanding nature, if I said I was tired, you wouldn't ask to have sex with me. But at this moment, I was immersed in pleasure and didn't think much about your unusual behavior.
You lay on top of me, your hips raised, your little hole searching for my gradually hardening penis. I suddenly wanted to tease you, so I made a fist with my left hand and placed it between my abdomen and your buttocks, while my right hand pinched the head of my penis and rubbed it against the entrance of your little hole, but I didn't go in. This rubbing made you unbearably itchy, and you couldn't help but shyly cry out, "...Big brother...Big brother...Don't rub anymore...My little hole is so itchy...Quick!...Quickly put your big penis in...Insert it into my little hole...Please...Weiwei...Please, big brother...Give Weiwei a fucking...Big brother, hurry up..."
Seeing your eager expression, I finally aimed the head of my penis at the entrance of your little hole, and let your snow-white, plump buttocks quickly sit down. My big penis plunged into your tender hole with a "whoosh" sound, hitting the very bottom, the head of my penis pressing against the depths of your flower core. Your little hole was warm and tight, the tender flesh inside wrapped my penis tightly, and I felt warmth and comfort once again. "Ah...Big brother...Your big penis is so hard, it went all the way in in one go...Weiwei is almost dying of pleasure..."
I started thrusting my penis in and out relentlessly, deep and penetrating. Your buttocks sat on my thighs, moving in rhythm with my movements, your juices flowing freely, overflowing from deep within your vagina and slowly trickling down my thighs. Seeing your blissful expression, I asked, "Weiwei, do you like having sex on top?" "Yes, yes, I like any position with you, Big Brother." I supported your waist, thrusting upwards with force, your kneeling legs pushing down, your buttocks slamming down with each thrust, my glans pounding into your core. I increased the speed of my thrusts, "...Ah...Weiwei can't take it anymore...Weiwei is going to cum...Oh...Ahhhhh...Ouch...Oh...Ahhh..." You collapsed, hugging my head tightly, your legs clamping around my waist, a gush of juices escaping. Having climaxed, you clung to my shoulders, panting softly...
I wasn't finished; it was my turn. I sat up and laid you flat on the bed. My head was facing your lower body, and my tongue moved towards your pink, beautiful vulva, which looked like a slightly parted pink slit. I sucked on it like I was drinking water. The nectar that was still dripping from you was sweet and warm, and the milky white, transparent fluid slicked my tongue. You felt some warm breath on your vulva, but in a second, you suddenly felt a warm, slippery tongue invade your vulva, moving back and forth like a small snake. "Ah..." "Is it slightly comfortable?" "Ah...comfortable...oh...big brother...I want your cock..." I felt that your desire was particularly strong today.
Then let me give you my baby quickly. My cock was already painfully swollen again. I adjusted my position, aimed the head of my penis at your open vulva, and with a sudden push, most of my cock went in, and was immediately surrounded and tightly gripped by the tender flesh, with a small part still sticking out. You opened your eyes and glanced at me, your gaze filled with anticipation, longing, and a hint of excitement and enjoyment, readily accepting my recklessness and impatience…
I first quietly, slowly, and gently rubbed my penis against your wet and warm vagina, or remained still, to feel the comfort within. When I was still, the walls of your vagina would tighten and relax forcefully. Your vagina and my penis were working in perfect harmony, the waves of tingling, numb, and soft pleasure almost overwhelming your reason; you wanted to scream, but silently savored the stimulating, tingling, and exciting sensation. I saw that your alluring body, after the previous play, was covered in fragrant sweat, your long, white, jade-like legs were stiff and curled, and your face was flushed—so alluring! You kept gazing at me seductively…what intoxicating eyes! My penis suddenly thrust forward, as if reaching the very end of your vagina, and more hot, sticky love juice splashed onto my glans. "Ah, so comfortable..." I exclaimed.
My penis began to thrust rapidly and fiercely, my large penis slamming heavily into your tender flower core. You couldn't help but cry out ecstatically, "Ah...ah...oh...big brother...ah...so stimulating...ah...ah...so good..." As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, your eyes closed tightly, as if enjoying unparalleled pleasure, your cherry lips slightly parted, emitting soft moans. I quickly kissed your fragrant lips, frantically sucking the saliva from your mouth, and intertwining and twisting my tongue with your smooth tongue, exchanging saliva. I moved my hips rapidly, your juices flowing continuously, a hot current running down my spine...
Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang with a text message notification. It must be your lover calling. Startled, you immediately clung tightly to my neck, afraid I would leave. Beneath me lay my beloved, beautiful, alluring girl, moaning softly. I was at the crucial moment; I didn't care if the sky fell. I thrust in and out like a storm, each stroke lifting your plump petals, releasing fragrant nectar that soaked our trembling, perfectly aligned genitals and my pubic hair.
Another intense climax quickly followed; I felt a torrent of hot, wet fluid spray onto my glans. The overwhelming, unbearable pleasure made you tremble. You arched your back, clinging tightly to me, your lips pressing against my shoulder, biting down hard. I began my final sprint, my cock pounding up and down, thrusting deep inside, diligently working your flesh, ravaging your little hole. Your legs were tightly stretched across my waist, your private parts moving wildly to meet my rhythm, perfectly in sync with me. I let out a moan, trembling as I ejaculated, wave after wave shooting into your womb. Ah! The pleasure was unbearable, I ascended to heaven too…
After your orgasm, you were shy and alluring, lying limply on the bed, enjoying the sweet afterglow, letting out dreamy moans, “Oh…oh…it’s so beautiful…Big brother gave everything to Weiwei…I…oh…my little hole is so beautiful…oh…I’m satisfied…oh oh…I love big brother so much…ah…”
Only then did I pick up my phone to check my lover’s messages, ah! A cold sweat broke out. "My colleague told me that Weiwei's uncle was taken away by the police, said to be a spy from S country, and the residences of people in contact with him are under surveillance. Be careful, think about anything Weiwei has done that might be suspicious. I'll be back tomorrow." Like a thunderbolt, I didn't even bother to climb off you. I shouted, "Weiwei, tell me, who exactly are you?" You were still savoring the afterglow of what had just happened when you suddenly woke up, your eyes widening in shock as you stared at me. I demanded sharply, "Tell me, who sent you?" "Ah?!" Your face turned deathly pale, terrified.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my penis. Startled, your vagina tightened instantly, like rubber bands gripping my penis, causing me excruciating pain. I tried to pull out, but couldn't. I suddenly remembered a foreign novel I had once read, which described a couple who, during their climax, were suddenly startled and couldn't separate. They had to call friends, who wrapped them both in a blanket and took them to the hospital before they could finally separate. I panicked and immediately pulled you up to the edge of the bed. I slid down and told you to forcefully spread your labia. I rubbed your inner thighs with both hands, enduring the pain as I slowly pulled my penis out. Finally, I saw the glans slip out of your vagina with a "plop," and your vagina immediately closed.
I put on my clothes and said, "Hurry up and get dressed. I'll wait for you in the living room."
Sitting on the sofa, I tried to recall the suspicious things you had done to me. You put on your pajamas, bent down, went to your room to change, and walked tremblingly to my side, saying, "Big brother, you know everything?" "Your uncle has been arrested, and my family is under surveillance. Tell me what really happened. Tell the truth, don't hide anything." You cried... After a long time, you sobbed and said, "Yes, big brother, I'll tell you everything." "Sit down and tell me."
A look of horror appeared on your face. I waited patiently. You seemed to be recalling something. Then, I heard a shocking story:
My family was very poor. After graduating from high school, in order to help me escape poverty, my family borrowed money to send me to study in S country. Not long after I arrived, my father passed away from illness, and to make matters worse, my wallet was stolen, and all the money I had borrowed from my family was gone. I was left isolated and helpless. I had no relatives or friends, and even getting food became a problem. Just when I was in despair, my uncle found me. He wasn't my biological uncle; he was the one who told me to call him that. He took me home, provided me with food and shelter, and was kind and gentle. I felt like I had met a family member, and I was very grateful to him, obeying his every word.
I stayed at my uncle's house for a while. After I recovered, he told me he had contacted a school for me to attend, to learn some knowledge and skills so I could find a job later. He added that the school was completely closed; once you entered, you couldn't leave until graduation. At that point, I listened to my uncle completely, and wanting to be able to support myself in the future, I agreed. So, my uncle took me to the school. From then on, I spent three years isolated from the world at the school.
The school provided us with very good food and lodging. There were seventeen or eighteen girls in my class, all from several countries, and the instructors were all in military uniforms.
Not long after entering the school, we underwent physical examinations. I felt very humiliated because the examinations were extremely thorough, especially the examination of our genitals. A male military doctor used a speculum to open our vaginas and examined us with a speculum for a long time. I almost wanted to jump out of bed and run away. This examination even resulted in one girl being expelled from the school.
The studies were very strict, with a full schedule every day. We were also required to take notes and review at night, with exams the next day. Those who didn't remember anything would be severely reprimanded by the instructors. The first month's course consisted of detailed explanations of the male and female reproductive systems and the physiological structure of reproductive organs, with both male and female instructors. I was puzzled as to why we were being taught this kind of knowledge. Many girls were initially too embarrassed to look up at the slides, but under the instructors' orders, they had no choice but to blush and raise their heads, though they eventually got used to it.
There were many other courses, including English, which is an international language and was mandatory. ("Brother, I lied to you, I do speak English," you said timidly. Actually, I had suspected it for a while. Oh dear, I remembered that once I was in the lobby, and a colleague called to ask me a technical question. I saw you in the lobby and we spoke in English. I was so confused.) There were also many other subjects such as accounting, housekeeping, cooking, and cosmetics. We wondered why we were learning these, and the instructors said it was to make it easier for us to find jobs in the future.
Next, the course content terrified us. That day, we spent two class periods watching videos, all of them showing male and female sexual intercourse, with all kinds of people, on beds, on the floor, and on tables. The girls were mortified. Some gasped softly, others tightly closed their eyes. Whoever closed their eyes was sternly ordered by the instructor standing in front to open them. He added that the next day in class, everyone would have to recount in detail the sexual intercourse they witnessed, and describe the characteristics of different individuals' sexual acts. This felt incredibly humiliating, and we began to doubt our future.
This kind of learning continued for a semester. One day, the instructor said today's lesson was a case study and led us to a practice room. In the center of the room, there was a carpet about 8 meters in diameter. The instructor told each of us to grab a chair from the wall and sit around the carpet. He said, "Everyone must watch carefully, don't miss a single detail. Tonight's homework is to describe the entire process you witnessed." We looked at each other, wondering what they wanted us to see.
Two instructors, a man and a woman, entered the practice room, both wearing military overcoats. They walked into the center of our circle, unbuttoned their overcoats, and the overcoats slid to the floor. Ah! The two were completely naked under their coats; the man had a full chest of hair, and the woman had a beautiful figure. Then they began to have sex, in various positions: male-on-top, female-on-top, sitting, standing… and various other methods: genital intercourse, breast sex, oral sex, even anal sex… Because we were afraid of being scolded by the instructors, and because we had homework to do that night, we dared not close our eyes. Besides, after so many lessons, we weren't so shy anymore, and we carefully observed every detail.
(Weiwei, I feel sorry for you…)
Another semester passed, and the instructor said it was time for us to begin practical exercises. It was a nightmarish period. (“Brother, I feel cold inside, can you hug me?” you pleaded, looking at me. I didn’t speak, but silently held you in my arms.)
During class, the instructor said, “Today, a group of outstanding sergeant cadets who have made meritorious contributions in the army will be brought in by vehicles. They will choose one of you, one for each of you. You must use the techniques you have learned to satisfy their sexual desires. This is a reward for their excellent performance and also a test of your academic achievements. Everyone must perform well.” We all remained silent, having long anticipated that we would face this ordeal.
The sergeant who chose me was fairly good-looking, but very rough. He tormented me for a long time; I was just like a wooden puppet being played with by him. This was my first time; I felt nothing, no pleasure, only pain. (You trembled in my arms, tears streaming down your face.)
The next day, there was a large screen at the front of the classroom; we didn’t know what we were going to watch. As the lights dimmed, the high-decibel, high-definition image on the screen showed a girl being violated by a sergeant. "Wow!..." A scream rang out, and a girl stood up, covering her face and rushing towards the classroom door. Before she reached the door, the instructor grabbed her and sternly reprimanded her: "Sit back down, watch carefully."
We suddenly felt terrified. Everyone knew that everyone's experience would be shown to them one by one. (A sharp pain pierced my heart. These demons had completely torn apart the self-esteem of these young girls.) We watched all day. Sobs could be heard from the classroom from time to time, and some girls stared excitedly at the screen. One girl was stunned, laughing, "Look, look! Doesn't mine look like a bull?"
The next day was a debriefing session. The instructor commented on everyone's performance. I didn't do well and was severely criticized. The instructor strictly instructed us that we were not allowed to have sex with anyone with feelings, which was a rule we had to follow. But we had to learn to pretend to be conquered, to pretend to be excited, and to pretend to reach orgasm.
By this time, we fully understood that this school was run by the national intelligence agency, specifically to train spies. Our class was being trained to be sex spies, using our looks to seduce and entice targets in order to steal intelligence.
This kind of training happened every so often, and we were all numb to it. When pinned down by a man, our minds would wander, and we had to fake orgasms and make moaning sounds.
In this brutal training, we all became robots, devoid of emotion and shame. We could numbly have sex with anyone, regardless of the time or whether there were cameras watching us…
(Throughout this narration, you were constantly crying, and I felt heartbroken, repeatedly offering you tissues to wipe your tears.)
After we enrolled, the intelligence agency assigned us tasks based on our nationalities. The intelligence agency had been monitoring China's space program. My uncle, who used to work in my older sister's factory, already knew about my older sister and brother's jobs. My task was to get close to my older brother, seduce him, and steal data on the aerospace instruments he worked on. The school divided our classes according to our different tasks; I mainly studied radio electronics technology.
In addition, we learned essential espionage techniques such as miniature cameras and stealth writing, and computer skills were also mandatory. (No wonder I noticed you typed so fast.)
Three years passed. Inside the walls, we were isolated from the world, completely cut off from the male trainees. The instructors assigned graduation practice: contacting male trainees, choosing our own targets, seducing them, and taking them to bed. After three years of being a walking corpse, being abused, finally being able to choose for myself, I felt a strange sense of excitement. I chose a very handsome young man, and in bed, I used all my skills to make him breathless. During the debriefing, the instructor praised my performance.
Finally, I escaped hell. My "uncle" took me and another girl back to China. We were under his command, while the girl went to another city. I also successfully arrived at my older brother's house.
"Brother, I've told you everything about my experiences in S country. I lied to you, I lied to you, I'm so sorry." Looking at your face, filled with remorse and tears streaming down your face, I let out a long sigh. What a painful memory this was. The doubts I had before seemed to have been answered, but I still wanted to clarify some things.
"Weiwei, how did you steal the data?" You confessed everything. "Because I understand English and have studied electronics. My brother talked to his colleagues in English several times, discussing technical issues, and I remembered it all. Also, we both have a strong ability to memorize quickly. My sister let me use her computer, and when my brother turned it on, I glanced at it and memorized his login password and the key to access the folder. When my brother wasn't around, I secretly searched for what I needed on his computer. I even saw the blueprints he drew. Brother, please give me a beating..." Tears welled up again… (I felt extreme regret. How could I have left the data on my home computer? Although it wasn't top-secret technology, it was still against the rules of classified work. Later, I received severe punishment from the institute for this.)
I asked again, “Weiwei, how did you send the data out?” “When I went to my uncle's house, I told him about the intelligence I had stolen. Also, I used my older sister's computer to send the intelligence to his email.” (I really wanted to hit myself.)
I suddenly thought of something, “Weiwei, why do I sometimes lose consciousness when I reach orgasm?” You seem shy… Yu Qi stammered, lowering his head. "Um... this... the S country's intelligence agency developed a drug. When we take action, we first insert the drug into the vagina. During intense intercourse and orgasm, the temperature inside the vagina rises, and the penis throbs, causing the drug to evaporate and travel back into the other person's body through the ejaculation duct, producing hallucinations. The brain will uncontrollably answer any question, and afterwards, it will completely forget." (I was furious. These devils, so ruthless in achieving their goals.)
You raised your head, your face full of regret. "Big brother, I hate myself. From beginning to end, I've been lying to you." However, there is one thing I truly believe. Although our rules forbid developing feelings for someone, and violations are severely punished, I genuinely developed feelings for my older brother. The first time, I knew he was resting at home; my older sister told me before leaving in the morning. My older brother and sister were so good to me. My older brother… when he loved me, he was so gentle and considerate. I deliberately cried out in pain, and he comforted me (a blush appeared on your face), unlike those officers who were so rough. My older brother was also so good at loving; I felt a joy I had never experienced before.
You paused for a moment, as if recalling the happiness we shared. “Every day I hid myself, only when my older brother loved me did I forget everything, wholeheartedly experiencing and feeling the immense physical pleasure he brought me. Except when my uncle instructed me to gather new intelligence, I never used drugs; at those times, I genuinely wanted to enjoy myself.” (Unconsciously, images of our passionate lovemaking appeared in my mind.)
“Weiwei, aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” “Waaah…” Your face turned pale, and you buried your face in my arms, sobbing. “Waaah…they…not long after we entered the school, they…they performed surgery on us. I…I can never have children again, waaah…I so wanted my own child, waaah…” (My heart ached again, and I gritted my teeth. Villains, devils, you ruined these girls’ youth, future, and bodies, and you also destroyed their hope of becoming mothers.)
Your face was covered in tears, and you were in unbearable pain. “Big brother, I often have nightmares, dreaming that the police come to arrest me. A few days ago, my uncle sent me a warning, saying that he seems to be suspected.” Yesterday, he even sent me an emergency signal using a pre-arranged code. I'm so scared... I'm scared that I might be separated from my older brother and sister someday, I'm scared that I'll never get my brother's love again, and I'm even more scared that he'll hate me after he finds out the truth. So today, even though I knew he was tired, I couldn't help but cling to him. I wanted to serve him one last time. Waaah... Brother... will you forgive me? What should I do?..." I kissed you, licking away your tears, and said firmly, "Turn yourself in immediately and try to get leniency. You're still young, you have a future, don't ruin yourself completely."
You made a phone call, and the police told you not to leave, that a car would come at dawn. You suddenly hugged me tightly, pleading, "Brother, please, just one last time, love me just one last time..."
Filled with tenderness and love, I silently picked you up and carried you back to the bedroom. It was the last time; you were so frantic, wanting more and more, as if trying to drain me dry. I did everything I could to satisfy you, letting you begin your prison sentence with the most beautiful memories...
Dawn broke, and you left. I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, watching you walk towards the police car parked outside, turning back to look at me every step of the way. Weiwei, oh Weiwei, God is unfair, forcing such a lovely girl like you down this path...
Postscript:
My lover came back. Hearing that you had been taken away by the police, she was heartbroken and felt guilty, for believing "Uncle" and bringing you home. She kept saying, "What a lovely girl, how could she have ended up like this?"
Because you voluntarily surrendered, confessed completely, and revealed everything you knew about "Uncle" and another girl, the police gave you a lighter sentence of two years. A year later, I visited you. You said, "Brother, I'm doing well. I even learned a skill in prison. I behaved very well, and the prison is planning to reduce my sentence." I was happy for you. You pleaded, "Brother, when I get out of prison, will you still take me in?" I promised, "Okay, I'll come pick you up then."
Only a year and a half later, you were released. My partner and I came to pick you up from prison and brought you home. By then, my partner and I had a lovely baby. You worked even harder to take care of our family and looked after the baby with utmost care, your face always beaming with joy.
You asked me anxiously and yearningly, "Can I still give you love?" I couldn't forget our past, and we shared several more joyful moments. You became even more adorable…
After our baby started daycare, my partner found you a job and introduced you to a kind young man. The young man didn't mind your past and said you could adopt a child in the future. From then on, you had a truly happy life of your own, and you even took your boyfriend back to your hometown to visit your elderly mother whom you hadn't seen for many years…

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