My French guests

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At that time, I was working at a foreign trade company, and I met him not long after breaking up with my boyfriend. He was the most charming and attractive foreign customer I had ever met. True to my proactive nature, I took the initiative to find him a factory that produced the products he needed. Unsurprisingly, he became one of the customers I was responsible for.
That day, he asked me where the market for a certain product was, and I told him. He then asked my boss to have me and a foreign colleague take him to the market to look at eyeglasses.
This market sells sunglasses that are copies of foreign brand names, which is what he wanted to see. We stopped at a company. The saleswoman there was flirting flirtatiously with my foreign colleague. I watched his expression closely. This was his first time in China. I felt ashamed of the unseemly behavior of my foreign colleague and the Chinese girl. He just smiled faintly, his thoughts unreadable.
The saleswoman was flirting with my colleague and tried to drag me into it, but he stopped her, saying, "Don't touch her, she's my wife." The girl asked me, "Are you his wife?" Of course, I denied it, since it was my first time meeting her. He was annoyed and asked me, "Why are you denying it?" I said, "Actually, no, I'm just telling the truth."
I can't recall his expression at the time. But I think he must have felt it was an honor for me to speak of me to outsiders like that.
Back then, his tone and intonation were so different from everyone else's; to me, he was incredibly attractive. He liked to say "you..." He liked to draw out the "so"... He liked to wear Ray-Ban sunglasses...
One evening, we came back from the factory late, and we were both exhausted. He said he really wanted someone to give him a massage. I said, "Then go to a massage parlor." He said no, he wanted to do it in a hotel. I said, "People don't do massages in hotels; they go to their establishments." He said, "Try your best to find one for me, or you can come and massage me yourself."
I laughed and replied, "My job is to help with your business, not your personal issues. Otherwise, you should contact my boss; he knows plenty of women. He can help you find the services you want." He said, "No need, you're not good enough."
A few days later, he returned to China, and he will come back after the factory produces the samples.
He came again two weeks later. He surprised me by buying me a bottle of Chanel perfume. I was overjoyed; it was the first time a man had ever given me perfume, and from that romantic, foreign land—a place that held such a powerful attraction for me.
This time, our relationship took a step forward. I couldn't resist his repeated temptations. He made his move on us on our way to the factory. He took my fingers and enveloped them with his nimble tongue. I couldn't help but tremble. How captivating a tongue could be! Even more mesmerizing was the look in his green eyes as he gazed at me. His gaze was provocative. I turned my head away, pretending that hand wasn't mine. I knew I could easily pull my hand back, but I really loved the feeling. It was something I had never experienced before.
Seeing that I didn't refuse, he pressed his advantage. He placed his head on my lap. He lifted my clothes and began kissing my belly. My God. I'm dying, what is his tongue made of? It's so arousing.
I knew then that I was completely captivated by his superb tongue skills!
But he wanted more than just physical intimacy. After returning from the factory, he whispered in my ear, "Can I get out of the car and have a coffee with you?" I knew that coffee was just a pretext; he wanted me to go to his room. That was his real purpose. I liked him, but not to the point where I would sleep with him.
With great difficulty, I declined his first invitation.
Ever since that time, he's been looking for opportunities to get close to me. Even in the company elevator, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me. He only let me go when other people were about to enter. He's an incredibly charming cat, or perhaps a lion, trying to catch me. And I, a nimble little deer, enjoy the thrill he gives me, but make no move.
Despite his repeated attacks, I held onto my last line of defense until he returned home again, seemingly unsatisfied.
In the days after he left, I missed the allure he had given me. I knew, as he said, that I had never experienced this kind of flirting before. I longed for things to take further, but my reserve made me back down time and time again.
He came a third time. This time, I couldn't resist his teasing and seduction any longer. I went into his hotel…
He opened the door, wearing only a bath towel. He took off my clothes one by one, then unfolded his towel. I realized he was completely naked. What a primitive man he was! He wanted to please me; he wanted me to never forget him.
His fingers, his tongue, moved like a nimble snake across my smooth body. I knew I was a girl with a strong Chinese influence. I made him feel fresh and new.
I loved his repeated murmurs: "Baby, take it, it's all for you." He was like a generous king, bestowing upon me his joyful offering. His body, at that moment, was mine, serving me without reservation.
He thrust into my body again and again, accompanied by his seductive whispers. I loved his whispers so much; how novel and exciting they were! He was drenched in sweat, and I was panting heavily.
I don't know how much time passed, but I was almost at my limit, yet he was still going strong. I begged him to stop. So he increased the speed of his thrusts, and finally, he ejaculated.
Lying on that bed, I felt like I was going crazy, really crazy. I was so tired, I wanted to sleep.
I spent my first night naked with my foreign lover.
Later, in each encounter, I discovered his cruelty. He liked to scratch marks all over my body, and these marks would take a long time to disappear after he left. I had to hide my body and not let anyone discover my secret.
I don't like spending the night in his room. In most cases, after a blissful moment with my alluring French lover, I'll immediately take a shower and, without leaving a trace of his presence, go back to my normal life.
Yes, my French lover, do you know? You are unique, you are one of a kind. The passion and feelings you bring me are incomparable to anyone else. I didn't know there were such captivating men in this world! Your eyes, your whispers, your gestures—they make you my one and only.

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