Nanny at home

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Summer in Shenzhen is enchanting; beautiful girls are everywhere, their short skirts, fair skin, and graceful figures driving me wild. Even a glimpse of a white arm or leg swaying in front of me sparks endless fantasies, making me hard as a board. Whenever I see them flitting about, I think: "Girl, could you climb into my bed, reveal your beautiful body, and spend some blissful time with me?" Returning to reality from this fantasy, I deeply understand that life without women is indeed painful, but the fantasy continues. Soon it's

the weekend again. I slept in late this morning, and for lunch, I just grabbed some instant noodles and sausages from the fridge. With my stomach problem solved, I sat listlessly on the sofa watching TV. Every channel was utterly boring—either some nonsensical crime drama or a bunch of old, tired faces posing on stage. My online friends were all offline, probably out having fun. I don't like going out, and since breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, I haven't wanted to leave the house at all. Alone in my house, bored and restless, I felt inexplicably irritable, wanting nothing more than to run to the balcony and yell. Looking around, I realized the house hadn't been cleaned for over a month; it was a complete mess. When my girlfriend was here, it would never be like this. She had her share of quirks, but she was incredibly enthusiastic about cleaning. I never had to lift a finger; she said if I did it, it would only get dirtier. So I became increasingly lazy in this area. Since she left, I've had to rely on a cleaning lady—it's just a little money, right? Looks like I'll have to spend some money again today. I found a copy of the Southern Metropolis Daily, flipped to the information section, and spotted a nearby housekeeping company. I called them to request a helper, and less than two hours later, the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, a woman in her forties stood outside, smiling at me. Although she had quite a few wrinkles, her skin was still fair. Her face was like most rural women's—ordinary, nothing particularly striking, except for her slightly thick lips, which was what struck me most. Her figure was quite good, though her clothes were a bit old: a short-sleeved black t-shirt and faded jeans. She smiled and asked, "Is this the hourly worker you hired?" I quickly replied, "Yes, yes, please come in.

Just cleaning? Ten yuan an hour!" she said, looking around. "

No problem, you can take your time, but make sure it's clean." "I'm having wonderful thoughts. I'd love to see you working until 4 a.m.

Your place is so dirty, do you live alone? Where's your girlfriend?" "Not yet, I'm not handsome enough for anyone." I said modestly. "Just kidding.

You seem quite refined, you must be a techie, right? I know techies are all rich, and you're good-looking and talented, how come you don't have a girlfriend?"

"Oh! I did have one, but we broke up. I can't tell you right now. By the way, what's your surname?" "

Oh! You're so polite. I've been to so many places, it's always just about business and money, nobody cares what my surname is. My surname is Zhu, and I'm not much older than you, you can call me Sister Zhu." "

Oh, then I'll call you Sister Zhu. By the way, you can just call me Xiao Wang. The mop and rags are in the bathroom, take your time. Let's work on the bedroom first, I'll watch TV in the living room." "After a while, I caught a glimpse of Sister Zhu out of the corner of my eye, bustling around barefoot. Her trousers were rolled up, revealing a bare, white section of her leg. I wondered what it would feel like to pinch it. Thinking about it, my desire flared up, and I stopped paying attention to the TV. For someone of my age, still functioning normally, I'd never been with a woman in her forties. I wondered what it would be like. A man and a woman in a room together—what else could possibly happen? Perhaps this was a golden opportunity bestowed upon me by heaven, one I couldn't miss. This kind of woman works away from home, perhaps..." It had been a long time since I'd experienced that feeling. What could she do if I forced myself on her? My house is very soundproof. How many women would actually sue me for something like this? I'm young, not exceptionally handsome, but I do have a certain masculine charm. Who benefits and who loses is uncertain; after it's over, I'll just pay her some money and be done with it.

A lustful thought crossed my mind, and I made up my mind. Seeing her mopping in the bathroom, I rushed in, grabbed the mop, and said in a mocking tone, "You've been busy for so long, you must be tired. Let me mop." She hurriedly said, "No, no, let me do it." She tried to grab the mop from my hand. In the struggle, I cornered her against the wall. Now was the time! I threw down the mop, wrapped my arms around her waist, and her breasts pressed against my chest—the soft, warm feeling was wonderful. She immediately panicked, trying to pry me off. "Xiao Wang, what are you doing? I have a husband!" "I know that!" "It's a pity your husband isn't in Shenzhen, is he?" I said, forcibly pressing my face against hers, kissing her haphazardly while my hands were busy as well. My left arm tightened around her, while my right hand slipped under her t-shirt to feel her soft skin. She resisted, but she wasn't strong enough to fight me, and could only struggle back and forth in my arms. Taking advantage of a moment when she wasn't paying attention, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, sweeping it back and forth, savoring the wonderful taste. She didn't dare bite my tongue, only feeling her tongue desperately trying to push out, and our two tongues became intertwined. We went at it, back and forth, locked in a fierce struggle. She had nowhere to vent her resentment towards me, only staring at me with piercing eyes. After a while, she was exhausted, panting, letting me kiss her forcefully. Her hands only pretended to push me away, but after a moment, she even slipped her soft tongue into my mouth, wanting to kiss my lips. It seemed that after my repeated teasing, she had become aroused. But her hands were still trying to push me away, only with less force. Women, why are you so weak? "Fake?"

Before I could even finish speaking, I eagerly reached behind her to try and unhook her bra. Because we were both swaying back and forth, I couldn't manage it right away. She probably sensed my predicament, and deliberately stopped moving, resting her head on my shoulder. Her soft, warm breasts were pressed against me, and I could almost feel her rapid heartbeat. Finally, the straps came undone. I ripped off the bra, tossed it aside, and then lifted her t-shirt, revealing a pair of plump, white breasts. Although she... She was over forty, but her breasts were still firm and the size was ideal. The areolas were a bit dark, and the two nipples were erect and pointed. Without hesitation, I half-squatted down and kissed the left one, licking and sucking it back and forth. My right hand grabbed the other breast and squeezed it aimlessly. She had calmed down a bit by then, but she stopped resisting. She wrapped her arms around my head, and all I could hear was her heavy breathing.

After squatting for a while, I got tired, and my lower body was getting hard, so I pulled her to the bedroom. "Shall we go to bed?" "No, no, I have to go back. I don't want the wages anymore." "She seemed a little scared. Now my fire was burning brightly, and I had no say in her affairs. I dragged her into the bedroom, pushed her onto the bed, and started tearing off her cumbersome clothes. She resisted again, pulling hard on her belt to stop me. It seemed brute force wasn't working, so I immediately pounced on her, spread her arms, and kissed her face repeatedly, not missing her ears, lips, or cheeks. When she became a little more excited, I used one hand to lift her t-shirt up. In no time, her t-shirt was squeezed up to her neck, revealing her beautiful upper body, her two heaving breasts swaying back and forth. I kissed her again..." I went up and didn't spare either of them. Finally, I heard that sweet moaning sound again. Without hesitation, I used one hand to forcefully undo her belt. After a futile struggle, her jeans and underwear were pulled down to her knees, making it even harder for her to move her legs. She could only twist her waist back and forth, panting heavily. I pressed my legs down and my hands down, immobilizing her, and arched my back, scanning the writhing white flesh in front of me with my lustful eyes. She had a good figure, smooth skin, and a lush patch of hair in her crotch. I wondered what the view was like down there. Seeing me like this, she blushed even more, pretending to close her eyes, but kept pleading, "Xiao Wang, let me go!" "I thought to myself, 'At this point, why are you still pulling this trick?' While she had her eyes closed, I kicked her pants back and forth with my feet, and finally turned her over and ripped them off with both hands, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Realizing things were going badly, she started struggling again as soon as her legs were free. Seeing that there was no time to lose, I forcefully spread her two white, bare legs apart and held them tightly, like driving a hand-operated tractor, thrusting my waist forward, and my penis pressed against her triangle area, swaying back and forth, finally finding a familiar spot."

It was time. I ignored her pleas and pressed down, my penis finally entering Sister Zhu's enchanting cave. Ah! The sensation was wonderful—warm, soft, wet, and slippery, constantly writhing. My penis swelled even more. I didn't stop, thrusting in and out, up and down, pumping in and out. With each scrape, rub, squeeze, and press of that cave, my penis grew harder and harder. The cave became increasingly wet, and the heat seemed to rise higher and higher. It seems the physics textbook's explanation of friction generating heat is true. At that moment, I caught a glimpse of Sister Zhu with her hands spread out on either side, her breasts bobbing up and down, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth wide open, moaning incoherently. Taking advantage of this excitement, I started teasing her. "Sister Zhu, what are you shouting?" "Are you calling my darling, my sweetheart?" "How come your cave is so deep?" "Compare and see, is your husband's bigger or mine?" She seemed not to hear anything, still moaning incessantly, enduring wave after wave of my thrusts.

After countless rounds, my lower body felt increasingly swollen, as if a thousand troops were about to burst forth. I tightly embraced Sister Zhu's neck, my body constantly kneading her breasts, my movements becoming more and more intense, my penis pounding into Sister Zhu's hole like a heavy pestle. At this moment, Sister Zhu was also incredibly excited, her face flushed, her expression indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. Accompanied by Sister Zhu's moans, I also shouted, thinking to myself: The volcano is about to erupt! The rocket is about to ignite! The oil well is about to spew oil! Finally, with a howl, streams of my semen gushed out, releasing into Sister Zhu's enchanting cave, that instant pleasure seemed to take me to heaven.

The volcanic lava had overflowed from Sister Zhu's triangle area, flowing onto the bed, she still had her eyes closed, a smile on her lips, as if still savoring that blissful moment, I withdrew my treasure, lay down beside her, and gently hugged her, "Was it comfortable?" I asked, she did not answer. "Was it fun?" Her face flushed even more, and she acted coquettishly like a little girl, not at all like a woman who had been through many battles. "

I need to go to the bathroom," she finally spoke. "

Then go ahead, there are new towels inside, do you want me to scrub your back?" I replied. "

Go away, you don't need to," she said, gently pinching my face, getting off the bed, her white buttocks swaying, and walking barefoot to the bathroom.

Watching her alluring back, my fantasies ran wild. How wonderful life is! If I could play with her like this several times a day, I would gladly give up ten years of my life. My fantasies about sex are like Li Bai's poems, numerous and wonderful. If I could keep this gentle and sexy Sister Zhu, and let me experience everything on her body, what a heavenly life that would be! I must keep her!

A little while later, she called me from the bathroom, "Bring me my clothes." “Come and get it yourself, what’s there to be embarrassed about?” I replied from lying on the bed. “

No, I want you to bring it to me,” she said, still a little embarrassed. “

Okay, okay, but your clothes are pretty dirty, how about I get you another set?” “You still have women’s clothes here? Yes, yes

, they’re my ex-girlfriend’s. She didn’t take them all after we broke up, she kept them for me as souvenirs. Colorful underwear, bras, everything, and the sizes are all about right.

Stop talking nonsense! Get it to me now.” I rummaged through the drawers and finally found a women’s onesie nightgown, the hem a little short. When I got to the bathroom door, I found it was still ajar, and she was peeking out, waiting for me to bring her clothes. We’ve already met naked in bed, and now she’s afraid I’ll see? Women are truly incomprehensible creatures.

After a while, we were both cleaned up, and I pulled her to snuggle up on the sofa to watch TV and chat.

“You’re not going to report me, are you?” I asked deliberately.

"I'm going to sue you! I didn't realize you looked so refined, but you're still a heartless scoundrel," she replied irritably.

"So what are you going to sue me for?" I touched her smooth thigh again.

"Sue you... sue you..." She hesitated and couldn't finish her sentence. She seemed to want to push my groping hand away, but I persisted, and she finally gave up. "

Want to do it again? Anyway, if you're going to sue, it doesn't matter if you do it once or twice." "You pervert! Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?

No, no, it's worth it if we lose ten days of our lives after one time." "Only ten days of life? I think it's a year.

Really? How about we practice? Even if I live to seventy, let's do it once a day for twenty days, and then you'll see if I'm meeting the King of Hell when I'm fifty.

You wish! I'm going home tonight and I'm not coming back." Her tone was a bit harsh, but she still smiled a little at my joke. "

Enough with the nonsense, let's get serious." "What's so serious about you?" "Are you alone in Shenzhen, with few friends?

Yes, so what?" "Is a nanny only paid six or seven hundred a month?" I know the going rate very well.

Yeah, if it weren't for my family's financial situation, no one would come to Shenzhen. "Do you often get yelled at by your employers? Do you never stay long at a job?" I blurted out a random question.

This… seems to be true. Who told you that? Sigh! I'm a bit older, not very focused, always forgetting things. Oh dear! I remember once I worked for a family, babysitting. One time the child was so naughty, only three years old! He ran into the kitchen to play, and I was hanging clothes on the balcony… You know, people in Shenzhen are so shrewd, that family wanted me to do everything…" Her face darkened. "What happened next? Did the child fall?" "No, the child somehow got hold of a knife to cut an apple and cut his hand." Oh

? What happened next?

What else could happen? She was yelled at and kicked out, without even receiving her monthly wages—six hundred yuan! She could have picked it up the next day! She sighed. "I know I can't do the delicate work of childcare. I'm illiterate, so all I can do is clean and mop the floor for a little money.

Why don't you come work for me?" I cut to the chase. "

No way! Even if it pays more, I won't come." She was adamant. "

I'll pay you twelve hundred a month, including room and board. It'll just be cooking and cleaning for me. Besides, you know I'm an honest person; I don't ask for much." "

Go away! You really want to spend that much money? Besides, everyone knows what you're up to!"

"Hey! Sister Zhu, I'm serious! If you don't believe me, I'll write you the terms! First, twelve hundred a month; second, you can have your own bedroom, and you'll get a key; third, well, I still need to think about it, but these two are the key points."

"I can't read, it's easy for you to lie to me. Besides, you're such a bad person, I'm afraid you'll break in and take advantage

of me in the middle of the night." "Sigh! Why are you thinking so much? I promise… You don't need any promises, I'm leaving." She pushed me away and started packing her things.

"Let's have dinner together before you go." "No, no, who knows what you might put in my food?" "What do you take me for?"

I was already feeling a bit disheartened when I said that. A moment later, I saw her put her clothes back on, grab her handbag, and prepare to leave. I quickly grabbed her, pulled out two hundred yuan, and stuffed it into her hand. "Oh, so much? Thirty yuan is fine," she hurriedly refused. "Sigh, don't be so polite, it's just a small token of my appreciation." Afraid I wouldn't see her again, I took advantage of the polite refusals to squeeze a few more yuan out of her, and she didn't seem too bothered. After some back and forth, she finally accepted it. When the money went into her pocket, her eyes looked different. I suddenly felt there was still a chance, so I quickly pulled out my business card and handed it to her. "You can contact me if you need anything in the future. If you want to work for me again, just call this number." "No way!" she said, examining my business card. "Your surname is Wang, right? Are those last two characters 'ba dan' (idiot)?" she said seriously. "Who said that? Are you insulting me? My name is Wang Chu, remember that!" I realized what she meant, but I wasn't angry. I pretended to pinch her. "This is my company name. Look, it's a very famous IT company!" "Go away, who knows what this IT company does? Sounds like they sell clothes. I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm leaving." She was already outside the door when I said that, so I could only laugh awkwardly and see her out.

A day or two passed, and I still hadn't heard from her. I started to overthink. Three days or four days passed, and I still hadn't heard from her. I was anxious and called the nanny company, only to be told that Ms. Zhu had left. I became even more inexplicably irritable, listless at work, and I don't know how I got through the five workdays. Lately, the company has been doing poorly, and there's not much to do at work, just playing games online. Sigh! The IT winter. The company was doing well a couple of years ago, but for the past six months, it's been like winter every day. It's tough. Evenings were even more boring. After dinner at the company, I'd go home and just browse the internet, read books, and watch TV. I'm a bit of a loner, and I don't have many friends in Shenzhen, so I rarely go out at night, and I have even fewer friends. Shenzhen's security is terrible. Just a couple of days ago, an employee of an IT company was kidnapped just steps from the company. He was held for three days, and the kidnappers only found a few coins. They were so angry they kept asking him if he worked in IT. He was lucky; the kidnappers ransomed his brother several thousand yuan and then ran away. What kind of world is this? I'm a coward, so I just stay home

, studying some sophisticated literature, watching porn, thinking about that lovely Sister Zhu, and continuing my boring life. It was another weekend morning, and I was still asleep when my phone rang. I hate it when people call at this time of week. I answered it with a belly full of anger, but the familiar voice immediately woke me up. "Is this Wang Chu?" "Yes, yes, who is this?" My voice trembled slightly, but I still wanted to confirm. "It's your sister Zhu." "Ah! Hello, hello! What's up?" I immediately sat up. "It's hard to explain in a few words, let's talk in person. Are you home?" "Great, great, come over, I'm home." I was incredibly excited. This wolf's den, you've come uninvited! I immediately got up, washed up, ate a can of yogurt and two slices of bread, and started cleaning. In no time, the messy house was starting to look presentable. Just as I was finishing up, that lovely doorbell rang.

I rushed over and opened the door. It was that familiar figure again, and a smiling face I had missed for so long was right in front of me. "Come in, come in!" I hugged her as soon as she came in. She seemed startled by my enthusiasm and tried to pull me away, hurrying inside. I immediately locked the door, invited her to the sofa, opened a can of Coke and handed it to her. "Climbing the stairs must be tiring, right? Take a break and have a drink before we talk." She didn't stand on ceremony, took a sip of the drink, and then spoke. "

Do you know why I came here?"

"Are you here to say goodbye? Are you going back to your hometown?" I started with a casual remark, but my hand was already around her waist.

"No, not at all! How about I work for you for a few months?" She stared at me. "

Okay, okay! Welcome, welcome!" I was a little flustered.

"Is it still the same conditions you mentioned? 1200 including room and board?

Of course, no doubt about it, I keep my word, aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?" My hand was already kneading her breasts. "

Sigh, after visiting so many places, I still think you're the best, it's just a little..." She didn't reject my advances. "

Yeah, I'm not a bad guy, and I'm pretty handsome too, right?" I pulled her into my arms and started messing around inside her clothes.

Hmm, wait, wait! I have a serious question for you, aren't you going to find a girlfriend?" She panicked a little and tried to pry my hands off. "

Of course, with you here, why would I need to find one?" I kissed her. "

Sigh, you're lying to me again! No! No!" She shook her head, dodging my advances. "

Let's not talk about that, just enjoy ourselves! Let me ask you something." I wrapped my arms around her soft body, my eyes fixed on her.

"Go ahead and ask." She smiled broadly. "

Did you enjoy what we did last time?" "Go away, how can I say that?" Her face immediately turned red. "If you

enjoyed it, just say it! Why hold back? Or maybe my position wasn't right? Or it didn't last long enough?" I grinned mischievously. "

Oh! Who knows, but..." "Go ahead, what are you afraid of? It's just the two of us here." I probed her chest again. "

What you did..." "That thing is thicker than my wife's." She had her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed with shyness.

Hearing this, my penis stiffened, and I was overjoyed. I kissed her red lips, my tongue trying to slip inside and taste her sweetness. She returned my kiss passionately, our tongues entwined, inseparable. My fire ignited again, and in no time, I stripped her naked on the sofa. During this, she cooperated perfectly, arching her back and reaching out her hands as needed, her eyes gazing at me with rapt attention. I held her body, exploring her body thoroughly, my hands busy, my tongue working in tandem. I touched and kissed almost every inch of her smooth, delicate skin. The scent of that mature woman made me tremble.

After satisfying my physical cravings, I became more ambitious, thinking how much more interesting it would be if she took the initiative. So I begged, "Could you help me take off my clothes too?" She playfully punched me, then got up and pushed me down onto the sofa, starting to unbutton my shirt. I sat comfortably on the sofa, staring intently at the two large breasts swaying back and forth in front of me. Just as she finished taking off my shirt and was about to unbuckle my belt, I pleaded, "Quick, kiss me here! Okay?" I pointed to my nipples. She chuckled, "Aren't you afraid I'll bite those two nipples off?" Before she finished speaking, she leaned in and kissed me. I immediately felt waves of pleasure wash over me, feeling something soft sliding across my nipple, followed by a sharp pain—she was gently biting it with her teeth. Then she sucked hard like a baby nursing. It felt amazing! I excitedly kept directing, "Here! Here! Okay, kiss the right one too!" She always obeyed. While I was in the throes of ecstasy, her hands weren't idle either, stripping my lower body completely naked.

At this point, my penis was naturally standing tall, it was time for it to make its appearance. But then I had another idea. "Come on, sit down." She obediently sat down next to me. I got up, stroking my penis back and forth, and hurriedly shouted, "Lean back, spread your legs, lift them up, quick!" "What are you doing? This looks terrible!" Although she said that, she still did as I said. "Hold them down with your hands!" She then used both hands to spread her legs high, forming a big inverted V-shape, her feet dangling in mid-air, her peach blossom cave already faintly visible. This position was so exciting, it was like waiting to be fucked! I watched excitedly, not in a hurry to make a move, but still continuing to stroke my treasure. Her face turned red with embarrassment. "What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll put my legs down!" I responded and climbed on top of her, aiming my magnificent penis at the target, bypassing the clump of weeds, and thrusting in in one go. She let out a loud groan, and I pressed my hands against her shoulders, thrusting back and forth. In no time, after dozens of thrusts, her juices flowed freely, soaking a large patch of the sofa—so fast! My erection remained undiminished, moving rapidly. She looked pained. "My legs are so sore! Can you put them down?" "No, no, I love it like this! Just a little longer, just a little longer!" I relentlessly continued my assault, one hand not idle, squeezing her large breasts, my mouth kissing her face indiscriminately. Seeing her expression of both pain and excitement, I became even more frenzied, my rhythm accelerating. Finally, with a roar, the billowing volcano erupted again, flames shooting everywhere, lava flowing—my countless offspring once more sprayed into Sister Zhu's paradise.

Feeling liberated, I pulled out my limp penis, slumped on the corner of the sofa, and pulled Sister Zhu's limp body onto me, gently massaging her arms. "Are you happy?" "Mmm, you're so amazing, I was afraid you'd kill me. Where did you learn this? This is so tiring, my arms are killing me!" "You don't know, I have tons of porn on my computer, all sorts of things. Want to watch sometime? Hey, where's it sore? Let me massage it again!" "No, no, what filthy stuff! Men are all the same! They only care about their own pleasure, they don't care about anyone else's life." "Didn't you enjoy it? How about you suggest a position, I'll do it your way, let's do it again?" "Go away, nobody believes you can do it again right now. I'm ignoring you, I need to rest for a bit, you massage me." As soon as she finished speaking, she quietly lay in my arms, her eyes closed again. I gently massaged her, and after a while she actually fell asleep; she must have been really tired. I gently laid her down, cleaned her lower body with a tissue, found a blanket to cover her, settled her in, and sat down beside her, lighting a cigarette to relax. Looking at her sleeping face, I thought to myself, I've really found a good treasure this time—so gentle, so obedient, unlike my girlfriend who always gave me disapproving looks. My ex-girlfriend, on the other hand, was practically a blockhead in this area. She'd lose interest after a couple of tries, and later she'd be like a dead person, just yelling "Faster, faster!" which completely killed any interest I had. Then I thought about how many couples in the world seem perfect together, seemingly enjoying each other's company, but maybe in bed it's all just a quick, superficial affair. What's the point of such a life? Furthermore, I feel that marriage is a constraint. It deprives you of the freedom to choose and try new things. Day after day, the same old routine, the most beautiful things turned into monotonous mechanical actions, it extinguishes your passion, leaving you utterly disillusioned. I truly don't know if a lifelong marriage is a comedy or a tragedy. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but relive the waves of passion and joy I had just experienced.

Around noon, she finally woke up. After we both cleaned up, she went into the kitchen to busy herself. There wasn't much proper food at home, mostly frozen food. She chatted with me while making dumplings, and I leaned against the door watching her work. "

Looks like you really don't have a girlfriend? You don't even have oil, salt, soy sauce, or vinegar here. Aren't you afraid of harming your health eating this stuff every day?" "

What can I do?" "My girlfriend dumped me. I used to, but I haven't cooked in a long time. These things spoil easily, so I threw them all away." "Is that so? How about I buy some for you this afternoon, and I'll cook you a hot meal tonight!"

"Okay, okay, thank you so much, sister!" "I forgot to ask you, what have you been doing these past few weeks?

Don't even mention it! The moment I left your place last time, I swore I'd never go to another house without first asking if both husband and wife were home, just to avoid being bullied again." She rolled her eyes at me as she spoke, and I could only manage a dry laugh. "

The first family I worked for was alright, but then I ran into something worse. That family was a high-ranking official couple. I thought that someone who's educated would know better, but who knew that they were both incredibly unreasonable? No matter how well I did things, they could always find fault, as if I owed them something. Washing dishes is easy, right? After I finished, they inspected them, holding each bowl up to the light. If there was even a speck of dirt, they'd yell at me! What kind of family is this?! I couldn't stand that kind of treatment, so I left after a week. Thinking back, you're still the best person I know." She smiled at me again as she said this. "

Oh! You flatter me too much, I don't deserve it. But I suppose there's another reason for my situation?" "I grabbed her waist and grinned mischievously. '

Have you been thinking about me every night? Do you want to do *that* every day?' I pressed my luck. She just smiled and didn't say anything, continuing to fiddle with the steaming pot of dumplings.

From that delicious and sumptuous dinner onwards, I began to live a happy and wonderful life. Every time I came home from work in the evening, as soon as I knocked on the door, Sister Zhu would open it with a smile, giving me a warm hug and a deep, passionate kiss. The fatigue of work and the boss's scolding would be forgotten. Coming in, I would see a table laden with delicious food, the aroma alone making my mouth water. We would sit facing each other and enjoy the meal together. Sometimes, when she was in high spirits, she would sit directly in my lap, taking turns sipping her intoxicating wine.

As we got to know each other better, she became completely open with me; she would happily agree to whatever I told her to wear, whether it was day or night." Once, when she was mopping the floor, I told her to go shirtless, wearing only one of my shirts, unbuttoned, and just like that. I watched TV while she moved about, mopping the floor, shifting her weight from side to side. Her alluring curves, her swaying bare bottom, and the glimpses of her large breasts—everything about her was incredibly alluring. Sometimes, when I was too tired to walk home, I'd tell her to sit up shirtless, and I'd snuggle comfortably in her arms. She'd gently massage my shoulders and rock me back and forth, and I could feel her soft breasts moving against my back, so smooth and supple, relieving all my discomfort. It felt like paradise. Usually, she followed my orders, never wearing underwear, just a short skirt. Whenever I thought about sex, I wouldn't care what she was doing; I'd grab her, lift her skirt, and we'd do it right there—in the kitchen, on the balcony, on the bed, under the bed—these were our battlegrounds. I remember one time, I had just gotten home and saw her cooking in the kitchen wearing that short skirt. Her bare legs immediately aroused me. I rushed over, grabbed her waist, lifted one of her legs onto the cutting board, and thrust into her from behind, rubbing her white, smooth leg back and forth while pumping up and down. She was helpless, clinging to the windowsill, enduring my relentless onslaught with shouts of "Oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar!" Afterwards, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were spilled all over the floor, making it impossible to eat a proper meal. We ended up having dumplings instead. I have pretty good stamina, and with the added nourishment of delicious food, twice a day was a regular occurrence. She was also in her prime, so she could handle it. Sometimes she kindly advised me to restrain myself, saying there was plenty of time and I didn't need to do it so frequently. But I wouldn't listen, continuing my daily revelry and nightly ecstasy. Such wonderful days, every single one is worth remembering.

A few days later, Sister Zhu's full, sensual lips gave me a new idea. People should make the most of their talents, and things should be put to good use. On a weekend evening, after I finished dinner and showered, I sat on the sofa and asked Sister Zhu, "Sister Zhu, could you wash my feet for me?" Sister Zhu looked displeased. "Why are you like this? Only children ask their parents to wash their feet. Why do you want to do that too?" "Don't you know? There are so many foot massage parlors out there, and they're all full of young women washing men's feet. Foot massage can prolong life and keep you young. Don't worry, I'll wash and massage your feet in a few days. Maybe I can even make you look twenty or thirty again." After my sweet talk, she finally agreed. After a while, she brought a basin of hot water, wrapped a towel around her neck, and came to me.

She sat down on a small stool, tested the water temperature, and finding it suitable, told me to put my feet in. As soon as I put my feet in the basin, I felt the water was just the right temperature, and I contentedly began to enjoy Sister Zhu's massage service. Sister Zhu had never done this before; she just massaged here and there, occasionally glancing back at the television. I didn't really care whether her movements were precise or not; I just kept an eye on the large portion of Sister Zhu's exposed chest while giving her a few instructions. After a while, Sister Zhu spoke up, "Wang Chu, the water's gotten cold, it should be about ready, right? I want to watch TV." I didn't agree. "Sister Zhu, wait a minute, it's quite hot today, why don't you take off your shirt?" "Ugh, you, I can't stand you!" Sister Zhu said as she took off her shirt. In my house, she doesn't wear a bra, and two white breasts hung on her chest. I gently placed my feet on them. "Sister Zhu, give me a massage with these two mounds of flesh." Sister Zhu started to wriggle again. "You little rascal, I must have owed you something in my past life." After a while, she finally cooperated, grabbing my feet with both hands and pressing them tightly against her breasts, starting to sway them left and right. My soles were pressed against a bunch of soft flesh, it felt so good. My feet, you're always surrounded by smelly shoes and socks, it's time for you to enjoy some peace and quiet. I played with her nipples by pinching them with my toes, and I squeezed her breasts back and forth. Seeing her breasts change shape made me incredibly happy. "Sister Zhu, look, what's this called?" I pressed her breasts all the way down. "This is called double fried eggs." I lifted her nipples up again. "Look again, this is called one mountain higher than another." Sister Zhu wasn't happy. "What's the point of comparing like that? When I twist your thing a few times, I'll call it fried dough twist!" She finished, her face full of resentment.

Seeing that I'd joked enough, I stopped teasing her, but today's matter wasn't over. "Sister Zhu, bring the water and sit in front of me." She obediently did as she was told. "Help me take off my underwear." She readily agreed, pulling off my underwear in a few quick movements. "Kiss me here." I pointed to my penis. She hesitated a bit. "I think it's dirty." "Hasn't your husband ever done this with you? Don't worry, I just took a shower, it doesn't smell!" She was still hesitating. I don't like to force people, especially honest people like Sister Zhu, so I had to continue my persuasion. "Oh, anyway, you're familiar with this thing, just put it in your mouth like a lollipop, or I'll get some honey to put on it, so you can have a taste?" She finally brought her face close to my penis, naturally, the honey wasn't needed. "Try licking it first." She lightly touched it with her soft tongue, and my heart immediately raced. "Suck it, it doesn't taste like anything, right?" Finally, she put most of my penis in her mouth. I felt my penis entering a warm, soft, and slippery place, the feeling was truly indescribable. After a while, with my encouragement, she finally learned to lick and suck back and forth, a bit like the feeling of fucking a hole. She placed her hands on my legs, her head bobbing back and forth, my penis sliding in and out of her mouth, quickly becoming hard. In less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, she had kissed my scrotum thoroughly, especially her fondling of my testicles; they felt like they were bouncing up and down, a truly wonderful sensation. Then I thought, "No, Sister Zhu, I'll have to put you through this this time. Go ahead and do a good deed." With that thought, I lifted one leg high, not saying a word, just gesturing to her with my eyes. This time she understood. Although she frowned slightly, she leaned half her shoulder on the sofa, tilted her head slightly, and reached under my leg, licking my anus with her tongue. Although I'd had girlfriends before, they'd only ever given me a few blowjobs; they'd never considered the discomfort I felt down there. This time, truly feeling that soft, living thing moving inside me, I was completely captivated. This was the ultimate experience! My lust was irrepressible. I vigorously kneaded her breasts with one hand, while rubbing my penis back and forth with the other. She seemed to sense my excitement beneath my legs, her tongue licking even more forcefully. At one point, she even tried to insert her soft tongue into my hole, and I could only let out bursts of joyful roars.

After playing for a while, one of my legs ached, and her position was also uncomfortable. I said, "Sister Zhu, come out, come out, let's change positions." I lay on the sofa, my legs spread wide apart, my buttocks raised high. She easily sat on a small stool, continuing to scrape and tease my opening with her beautiful tongue, while simultaneously stroking my penis up and down with one hand. These two actions were driving me to the brink of ecstasy, a feeling of both heaven and hell. Soon, my brain seemed to go numb, and thick streams of semen gushed out, shooting across the floor like bullets.

I had barely regained consciousness when I turned around and hugged Sister Zhu, kissing her. "Sister Zhu, you're so good to me, I'll never forget you." She scoffed, "Go away, you only remember me now because I'm good to you, but once you have a wife, you'll probably forget me, right?" She then rushed to the bathroom.

Sister Zhu was truly wonderful to me, and I thought I should make it up to her. Two days later, it was the weekend again, and early in the morning, I told her, "Sister Zhu, I'll cook today, you can rest." She looked surprised. "You can cook? I don't believe it, let me do it.

Hey, you underestimate me! My ex-girlfriends all praised my cooking! Don't worry, if the food I make today isn't good, I'll abstain from sex for two days!

Oh my! Such a big mouth! Fine, fine, I'll wait for you to cook. If I really think it's not good, you'd better be able to endure it for the next two days, don't try to cheat!"

And so, I ... We went to the supermarket together and bought a bunch of groceries. I got busy in the kitchen. I originally wanted her to go watch TV in the living room, but she was worried I wouldn't wash the vegetables properly and insisted on washing them for me, so I had to let her do it. While I was cooking, I asked Sister Zhu to come out of the kitchen, saying that this was a family recipe that couldn't be shared with outsiders. Actually, I just wanted to surprise her. At noon, I laid out all the dishes one by one: braised chicken wings, twice-cooked pork, steamed sea bass, a plate of stir-fried lettuce, and a pot of hot radish and pork rib soup. She exclaimed, "Wow, not bad! The colors are so beautiful! How come I can't cook like this?" "Try it, these chicken wings! Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, I guarantee they'll be delicious. This twice-cooked pork is all about knife skills; you have to slice it thinly so the oil is rendered out and it's not greasy!" After tasting each dish, she praised them even more, "Wow!" "It seems scholars are indeed scholars; with knowledge, they can cook well. We, with little education, just know to put vegetables in a pot and stir-fry, using oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. I'll have to learn from you!" "Of course, with more knowledge, you'll naturally know more, like your skills in bed..." "Go away, here we go again! This soup is too salty! You can't drink it. What did you say before? You have to keep your word!" She finished with a mischievous grin. "I don't believe you! Who said it's salty? Let me taste it... Not salty at all, just right! Are you afraid because you think my thing is too thick?" I grabbed her and kissed her. "It is salty! Don't move, eat your food..." I persisted, "Is it salty or not?" "Okay, okay, not salty, not salty... Hey, you're moving your hands around again. Are you deliberately preventing me from eating? Oh! Okay, I was just talking nonsense! Eat, eat! I'll do whatever you want later..."

Ever since that meal, Sister Zhu has been treating me differently. Although she doesn't know many words, she's started looking at recipes. However, after practicing for a long time, she still can't replicate my cooking style. So she keeps pestering me to cook for her. I'm usually too busy, so I can only show off my skills on weekends. I have to tease her every now and then, either by saying I'm too tired or that my "down there" won't agree. She understands perfectly and flatters me even more, fulfilling my every request.

After playing around for a while, I wanted to try something new. I figured Sister Zhu would be going back to her hometown sooner or later, and this kind of life was becoming increasingly unpredictable. If I didn't try everything, I'd be letting myself and Sister Zhu down! I'm quite knowledgeable about porn; I've delved into the theory, and I know all the moves by heart. I wanted to expand on that and create something new. Unfortunately, Sister Zhu wasn't very interested in that stuff. After watching a few times, she said the foreigners'...things were too big and disgusting, and she didn't want to watch anymore. I didn't force her. That evening, I was watching TV with Sister Zhu, and I really wanted to see a new show called "Bright Sword." But she didn't want to; she insisted on watching "Dae Jang Geum" on Hunan TV, saying that she usually listened to me, and this time she finally found a show she liked, so I couldn't argue with her. I had no choice but to give in. She was completely engrossed in the TV series, her eyes glued to the screen, sometimes giggling, sometimes crying, utterly ignoring me. I sat there bored, staring at the coffee table in front of me, when suddenly an idea struck me. I got up and tidied up the table, wiping it four or five times with a cloth. Seeing me loitering around, Sister Zhu called out, "What are you doing? Don't move! You're blocking my view of the TV. I'll clean it up after the show." I ignored her, wiped the coffee table clean, and stood it upright, one end pointing towards the sofa, the other towards the TV. "How can you set it up like that? I need to get something to eat!" Sister Zhu looked puzzled. I smiled and said, "I'm not stopping you from watching TV. Can you lean over and watch from there?" "No way! How can you make people do this? What porn are you watching now?" she protested. After much pleading and a barrage of political persuasion, she finally agreed. She awkwardly leaned over the coffee table, still glued to the television, her plump buttocks facing me. Seeing this, I was overjoyed. "You can watch your TV, don't mind me!" I said, lifting her skirt to her waist. As I had requested, she wasn't wearing underwear. The two openings were clearly visible. She was a woman in her forties; the edges of the openings were dark, and her pubic hair was even more abundant. To emphasize the image of her buttocks, I pressed her waist down. She was very reluctant, but she still lowered her waist. I stood behind her, kneading her white, plump buttocks with both hands, feeling the smooth texture of her flesh. After a while, I kissed her, licking Sister Zhu's buttocks back and forth. Sister Zhu couldn't take it anymore. "It's so itchy! Don't do this!" Itchy, and there was more itchiness to come. My tongue slid down the deep crevice between her legs, bouncing up and down. To reach that deep spot, I spread her buttocks wide with both hands. Finally, my tongue slid to her anus, and I felt her tremble. "No, no, it's dirty there!" I didn't care; she had already showered, and my tongue told me there wasn't much of a smell. As my tongue teased her, Sister Zhu became excited, moaning incessantly. "Ah, um, ah, are you going to let me watch TV or not?" "Go ahead and watch your TV! Just pretend I'm not here. Isn't it comfortable?" I teased her again. While I was doing this, I secretly applied some glycerin to my penis, wrapped my arms around her legs, and aimed my penis at her anus. The moment we touched, Sister Zhu sensed something was wrong and turned her head, saying, "What are you doing? Can I do this here?" "Yes, yes, it's on so many DVDs. I told you to learn, but you wouldn't. Think about it, wasn't it comfortable when you kissed me here just now? It'll feel even better when we do it now. Don't be afraid, it'll only be a little while." As she spoke, my penis started to push in forcefully. This hole was really tight. At first, I had only managed to insert a small part when I heard Sister Zhu sigh, "No, no, don't go here! How about using the other one?" I didn't care about anything else and pushed in with all my might. It actually went in more than halfway. At this moment, I felt my penis being squeezed in waves. Pleasure surged like a storm, and Sister Zhu was already howling, "Ah, it's so swollen! Pull it out!" "No! What did you say before? Didn't you say you'd do whatever I wanted? Just hold on a little longer, you'll feel better soon." "I did say... but I never imagined you'd want to go everywhere..." I ignored her and slowly thrust in and out. Although it wasn't as slippery as the other hole, as a certain host said, it was incredibly tight, and my penis enjoyed a unique and wonderful experience. After several thrusts, it finally became a little smoother. My penis moved in and out like a fish in water, and Sister Zhu's voice became more pleasant, like the moan of a night owl in heat, rising and falling with my movements. At this moment, I freed one hand to stroke her swaying breasts. It was this prone position that made Sister Zhu's breasts appear so free, so graceful, like two wind chimes swaying in a storm.

The pleasure continued, the end was yet to be reached, when a sudden inspiration struck me. I stopped moving, wanting to test Sister Zhu's reaction. She was still a bit slow, just turning her head to look at me blankly. I had no choice but to say, "Move, move, I'm tired." Without a word, Sister Zhu immediately started rocking back and forth, her plump buttocks hitting my abdomen again and again, my penis still thrusting in and out of her hole. I only needed to straighten my back, gently place my hands on her buttocks, leisurely watching her body rise and fall, appreciating this unparalleled beauty with inexplicable excitement.

The pleasure eventually came to an end. In the end, my penis clearly told me that time was running out. I immediately gripped Sister Zhu's thighs tightly with both hands and launched the final attack. Sister Zhu went even more frenzied, howling with each of my thrusts. Finally, amidst the deafening boom of the cannons and the blooming fireworks, I ejaculated again, a torrent of fluid flowing. As I gently pulled out my penis, I seemed to hear the gurgling sounds of flowing water from inside Sister Zhu's body. I called it quits, and Sister Zhu sighed deeply, lying on her side on the coffee table, her eyes vacant and her limbs limp.

After a while, she rolled over and pinched me hard, "You're such a jerk!" I deliberately asked her, "Was Dae Jang Geum good?" Lying on the coffee table, she retorted irritably, "Watch what? With you doing this, even if I were watching TV, I wouldn't know what was on. If I missed this episode, where am I supposed to catch up?" I laughed and asked her again, "How does this hole feel?" "Who knows! It hurts like hell down there. I'm afraid you'll make me throw up my dinner. I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to go to the bathroom!" She jumped up and rushed naked into the bathroom.

This new experience brought us new pleasure. With each trial, Sister Zhu became quite adept at it, the pain was gone, and the pleasure continued. Sometimes, when I wanted to make love to her, she would gently beg me, "How about we try anal sex today? It itches there." How could I refuse such sweet talk? After that, she paid more attention to her personal hygiene, frequently washing and scratching her private parts repeatedly. I also took the opportunity to buy some new toys, cleaning her thoroughly beforehand, making her smooth and soft. Later, after much persuasion, she shaved all her pubic hair, making it easier to target and making things smoother. She later complained that it wasn't fair and wanted to shave mine too, but I firmly refused, saying it was a sign of masculinity, and that men with more hair are more sexy, while women appear more gentle and natural when their genitals are clean. I told her, "Isn't it unsightly for a girl to raise her arm and show a large patch of dark armpit hair?" And that was the end of that.

Autumn in Shenzhen is exceptionally long, but the weather is gradually getting colder. Sister Zhu will definitely be going home for the Lunar New Year, and judging by the time I count, it's almost over. I wonder if she'll be able to come back next year? Nobody knows for sure. Life is short, so we should enjoy it while we can. In the two months leading up to the New Year, I came up with a whole bunch of new ideas. Sister Zhu wasn't entirely willing, but she cooperated fairly well. One show after another, giving me a taste of happiness rarely found in this world. This happiness helped me get through the real winter, but the winter for IT continues…
[The End]

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