Mature female seductress

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"298 yuan! Card or cash?"

"Card!"

Card swiping...

"Please sign here. Here's your card, please keep it safe!"

After signing, I took back the card, bent down, and sat on the sofa to change my shoes. The door at the bar creaked, and the sound of high heels hitting the floor grew louder. A smile crept onto my lips. Looks like I've satisfied her just now, I thought. A cool, soft, and alluring arm, like a water snake, wrapped around my arm. I tied my shoelace, and the arm tugged at it. I tied it, and the arm tugged at it. After several repetitions, I gave up and looked up at the owner of the arm that was causing the trouble.

She was a woman around 30 years old, with long, flowing brown hair, about 150 cm tall, and voluptuous. Her face, breasts, and hips were exceptionally well-developed, perfectly fitting the Chinese aesthetic of classical beauty. What I can't forget are her delicate, boneless legs. Now, without stockings, they're smooth and white, without a trace of age. Below her legs are her feet—or rather, fragrant feet. If I were to give her a score of 100, her fragrant feet would definitely deserve 50.

"What do you want?" I asked with a smile.

"Nothing much, just don't want you to forget me," she replied.

"No!"

I took a white thong and a perfectly intact gray stocking from my pocket and sniffed them vigorously. She blushed instantly, lightly patting and pinching my crotch as a form of punishment.

"These are my spoils; I'll keep them safe."

I put the stocking and thong back into my pocket, bent down to put on my shoes, and stood up to leave. She followed, intending to see me off. Suddenly, I turned and embraced her, giving her a light kiss. She pushed me away, saying, "Someone's there!" Then she laughed; there was no one there. I stepped out the door, waved goodbye to her, and walked away into the distance, disappearing from her sight.

This was one of the most memorable of my countless sauna experiences.

In the days leading up to this place, with the year-end approaching, all the work at the company suddenly piled up, and I worked overtime for several days in a row. After finishing, my boss told me to take a few days off, and he would pay me overtime for both the overtime and the rest of the day. I was immediately in a great mood, went back to my rented apartment, and fell asleep immediately. When I woke up, it was already 3 p.m. the next day. I got up, took a hot shower, and made myself a simple meal. After eating and drinking my fill, I lay on the sofa and played on the computer. I inadvertently saw a flyer lying on the coffee table that read "Foot Bath & Acupressure 128 158 228". Only then did I remember that someone had stuffed it into my hand on my way home two weeks ago. I only knew it was a coupon for a foot bath shop and hadn't looked at it carefully.

I picked up the coupon, looked at the address—not far. I tried dialing, and surprisingly, the call went through (because it was the Lunar New Year, many shops were closed for the holidays). I asked, "Are you still open?" A woman replied, "Yes, are you coming?" I said, "Yes." She asked, "How long?" I said, "20 minutes." She said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

I hung up, got dressed, and carefully checked myself in the mirror (this is my habit, and also out of politeness) before heading out. Walking, I saw the foot massage parlor at a street corner. The storefront wasn't too big or too small, flashing its signature neon lights. I pushed open the door, and the doorbell alarm sounded, "Welcome!" The temperature difference between inside and outside was significant; my glasses were fogged up, so I quickly wiped them with a lens cloth and put them back on.

"Damn!" I

cursed. The outside looked ordinary, but the interior was incredibly opulent. It must be a newly opened shop, I thought. A woman dressed professionally in high heels, her hair up, came down the three-story staircase from the second floor. She turned and went behind the bar, took out slippers, placed them in front of the sofa, and handed me a name tag. I easily changed into the slippers, took the tag, and followed her upstairs. She was going up, I was going down, and I was right in front of her swaying hips, her round buttocks taut over her pants. I immediately swallowed, thinking, "How wonderful it would be to have a bite of that."

When we reached the second floor, she didn't turn around to ask me if I wanted a foot massage or acupressure. I replied, "Acupressure." "Then let's go to the third floor." I thought to myself, "She's bold enough not to be afraid that I'm an undercover investigator (there are a lot of undercover investigators around the year-end), she must have some powerful connections." In the blink of an eye, we were in a private room on the third floor. Before I could even look, she asked me if I had any familiar masseuses. I said, "They should all be home by now." This conversation was actually a test. She asked to see if I was one of her acquaintances and a regular customer. My answer reassured her, implying that we were all seasoned veterans and she shouldn't try to fool me.

"Then I'll call a technician for you!"

I said, pushing open the door and taking off my coat to carefully examine the private room. It was indeed newly renovated, very clean, with well-balanced dim lighting, a reasonable layout, and a comfortable temperature. I tested the bed with my hand; it was typical of foot massage parlors (extremely soft and elastic), with a disposable sheet on top and a rose next to it. I then went to the bathroom, which was also clean but unusually large. As I turned on the toilet to urinate, there was a knock on the door, followed by a voice: "Hello, technician, may I come in?" The toilet flushing was so loud that I only vaguely heard it and casually replied, "Come in." When I came out, my eyes lit up.

A pair of high heels (at least 10 centimeters) stood before me. I scanned upwards from the heels; inside were size 35 feet, and above those were straight, taut legs in grey pantyhose. Above the pantyhose was a professional light blue mini-skirt, tightly hugging the hips and waist—a large bottom and a slender waist. Above that was a white blouse tucked into the skirt, its full breasts pushing up the shoulders. Above the shoulders was a floral scarf around the neck, and above that, a familiar face with long, flowing brown hair. Wow, my lower body trembled slightly; I thought I'd struck gold.

Because the room was dimly lit, the masseuse's face was indistinct. She seemed to notice and turned on the main light. In an instant, the room brightened, and I could see her clearly.

"Aren't you the one from before?"

"Yes, is it okay for me?"

"Sure!"

She was a stunningly beautiful woman, a classic beauty. I was overjoyed, mentally searching for a Japanese AV actress who resembled her.

Aoki Misora!

Aoki Misora!

Aoki Misora!

I silently repeated it three times in my mind, extremely happy.

"What price range are you looking for?" She walked up to me, her ample breasts close to mine, and asked in a sweet voice.

"Let me introduce it to you," I answered, suppressing my panic and the throbbing in my lower body.

"We have a service that's originally 338, but on sale for 298. Would you like to try it?"

"What kind of service?"

After asking, I immediately wanted to slap myself. What kind of massage could it be at this price?! She smiled and began to introduce it.

This service was our shop's flagship service, and it was very popular. The time was 120 minutes, including gentle bathing, affectionate massage, gliding finger massage, dreamy breast massage, whispered kisses, silky foot massage, sensual stimulation, passionate intimacy, euphoria, and passionate release.

"Unlimited releases, as long as you're healthy!"

she added. I gave a simple "oh," secretly thrilled and eager to have her service me. But I had to maintain my composure.

"Then please take off your clothes first. The towel is here; I'll run the water for you!"

She went into the bathroom and busied herself inside. I took off my clothes outside, hung them up, wrapped a towel around myself, and went into the bathroom.

Ah!

I let out a soft gasp. An inflatable waterbed had appeared out of nowhere in the bathroom, and she had changed her clothes into a white towel, her hair now styled in a bun, though she was still wearing her signature high heels.

"Come here, lie down!"

My penis was already erect. As I lay down on the waterbed, she said,

"Be careful, don't crush your precious thing!"

"It's okay, it won't break!"

I lay down, thinking to myself, no wonder it's 120 minutes, no wonder there's no limit to the number of times I can ejaculate. In this scene, I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't exhaust myself.

The service began—

the showerhead cascaded over me, soaking my entire body (side B). She took out a bath sponge already soaked in shower gel and gently dabbed it all over my body (side B), then used her long, soft hands to caress my back and buttocks. Once the shower gel had fully lubricated me, her long, fingernail-covered fingers gently tickled my back, at a perfect pace. After finishing my back, the long fingernails moved to my buttocks and began to lightly tickle me again. I shuddered a few times. The fingernails then wandered to my thighs and calves, areas I wasn't sensitive to, so I didn't feel anything.

"Stick your butt up, support yourself with your arms!"

I obeyed like an obedient child.

Instantly, the long fingernails transformed into soft, boneless hands, which touched my testicles, lingered there briefly, and then moved to my penis. My penis, which had finally gone limp, became erect again, hanging straight up, letting those seemingly intangible hands stroke it back and forth.

"Brother, you're so good!"

A sweet voice reached my ears, and my penis swelled even more.

"Turn over!"

After washing my whole body (side B), it was time (side A).

I rolled over and lay down, letting out a long sigh of relief (because lying face down was really uncomfortable). The harsh light shone down, and I shielded my eyes with my hand. She kindly changed the light to a warmer one. She slathered my entire body with shower gel, then started to glide her fingers over me, and then… I was all geared up for it. But then, out of nowhere, she leaned close to my ear and whispered something that surprised me.

“My towel fell off!”

I was completely unfazed, because such a statement was utterly unbelievable. To verify, I reached out to find out. Just as my hand touched her smooth, white thigh, the towel slipped down the back of my hand. My hand froze, hanging in mid-air, my eyes avoiding her gaze, swallowing hard, afraid that this sudden treat would arouse my already erect penis even more.

Ah!

Another gasp escaped my lips; an even greater treat was coming. Her soft, boneless hand pressed my hand down onto a soft sponge, intensifying the erection in my lower body, making it even more engorged.

"Touch me, brother!"

Warm breath brushed against my ear, and my hand followed suit, kneading her buttocks with every movement. Her bouncy buttocks changed shape in my hands, and she responded with soft moans and undulations.

"Ah... um... brother, you're so gentle... you can use a little more force... um... like that..."

Now that she was free, I continued with even bigger moves!

My hand lingered on her soft buttocks for a long time before moving to a crevice, a crevice that was a little muddy and a little warm. To show respect for women, I tentatively spoke (this was the first time I had spoken since entering the bathroom).

"Can you guide me?"

"..."

Not receiving a reply, I felt a little disappointed. But then disappointment turned into hope. Her face slowly approached my nose, and I seemed to feel her heartbeat, and in turn, my heartbeat quickened with her breathing. In that split second, I once again experienced the meaning of beauty. She had a round, slightly chubby oval face (a classic beauty), and expressive eyes that followed my gaze. Her pink and rosy lips were glistening with lip gloss, like a dripping peach.

She opened her mouth, and an even softer, fragrant tongue flicked out, gently touching my lips. They say women are enchantresses, but to me, she was a venomous snake spirit, its tongue flicking. My mouth was completely unguarded as her fragrant tongue opened it, and a warm, flowing spring of moisture entered my mouth. So fragrant! Receiving such treatment, I immediately responded, using all the kissing techniques I had learned from women I had been with before and from adult films. Our lips pressed together, twisting and turning, sometimes east, sometimes west, sometimes north, our tongues intertwined inside, swirling like a pretzel. After a long, wet kiss, we were both panting heavily. Before her breathing had even evened out, I said again,

"Stick out your tongue!"

She slowly extended her little fragrant tongue.

I took it into my mouth and sucked on it vigorously, like eating candy. She sucked and swallowed, then sucked again and swallowed again, the speed gradually increasing, as if her fragrant tongue might melt at any moment. She sucked continuously without pausing for breath, for a full minute before reluctantly releasing her tongue. Just before letting go, my lips gripped her lower lip and pulled it forcefully. She seemed to sense my strength and kissed me again, repeating the same technique, sucking my tongue into her mouth and swallowing my saliva continuously. Another minute passed before she released me.

Pfft…

she laughed, a very satisfied laugh! At this moment, I finally had a strong understanding of her!

This was a woman with a hidden, sensual nature!

The bonus continued—

she eagerly applied shower gel to my entire body (side A), quickly but thoroughly massaging it, then rinsed it clean with hot water. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next step, which arrived the moment I opened them.

I saw her climb onto the water mattress, bending down to prepare for the "Dreamy Breast Treatment." I've had this service at other foot massage parlors before, and it was incredibly pleasurable, but after this initial assessment, I felt I could be a bit more proactive. My hand followed my heart. I reached out and gently grasped her soft, boneless hand, pulling it slightly towards my upper body. She instantly understood and slid over. This was probably our first skin-to-skin contact. Her soft, delicate, smooth, and fair body moved up my lower body, and my penis hardened once more. Before it was fully upright, it was pressed almost 180 degrees by her lower abdomen and the edge of her pubic hair below, pressed tightly against my belly.

"I'm heavy, you little one will break!"

"Correction, it's a big one!"

She lifted herself up to look back, confirming the size.

"Honestly, brother's thing is really big, especially the glans, it's like a mushroom!"

Hearing her description, I remained nonchalant. This wasn't the first time a woman had described it like that. My penis wasn't abnormally large, only slightly above average, but the glans was enormous. The women I've been with all seem to love this kind of penis. Their consensus is that the friction during penetration is strong, making it easy to feel sensations quickly, leading to a quick orgasm.

"Want to try it out for yourself, my darling?"

Hmm… she shook her head, but I read agreement in her eyes.

I was really looking forward to it!

Pressed against her beautiful body, stroking her back, we were like lovers in the throes of passion, waiting for each other's next move. It's always the guy who takes the initiative. My restless hands landed on her shapely buttocks, rubbing, stroking, and patting them. She responded immediately: Ah… um… ah… um… I then used my not-so-long nails to mimic her movements, sliding them across her beautiful back. This time, her whole body trembled, her breathing rapid as the trembling intensified.

It seems her back is very sensitive!

"Brother, I'm wet!"

I lifted her up a bit, my palm reaching into her pubic area—it was wet! A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and my fingers followed suit, parting her pubic hair, leaving sticky dew on my fingertips. She whispered, "Oh, you're so naughty!" Her face flushed, and she lightly slapped me. I moved my fingers back up, gesturing with the dew in front of her eyes, a wicked smile creeping onto my lips.

"Look!" I said, and she looked.

I rubbed her dew thoroughly between three of my fingers, like hand cream, then smelled it, and licked it. I told her, "It's salty!" She buried her head in my chest, too shy to get up no matter how I tried to help her. It seems this reserved little woman is destined for an extraordinary encounter with me today, I thought, and told her, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, you can serve me now, we can't waste this precious time here." She lifted her head, tidied her messy hair, and began her full-body service (side A).

Because she had wasted a little time, she immediately started whispering in my ear. Though it was called whispering, everything was in disarray. After the further exploration, her previously reserved arousal had vanished, replaced by unbridled wantonness.

She started sucking on my breasts, her cunning, wet tongue lightly touching them before taking a deep drag, repeating this several times until my penis was erect and rock hard again. Okay, I confess, my breasts are the most sensitive. She noticed this and changed positions: she knelt before my head, bent down, and began licking my breasts. Because she was on top and I was below, her firm breasts were perfectly aligned with my face. How could I miss this opportunity to suckle? While she was licking enthusiastically, I also began sucking on her breasts. Having frequented the world of women, my tongue skills were not to be underestimated. First, I gently took her left breast into my mouth, while my right hand restlessly squeezed her right breast, moving them together. My tongue followed the rhythm of my right hand, circling three times to the left and three times to the right. Because of the frequency (mine was faster and hers was slower), she began to moan unrestrainedly… “Ah…husband…eat it…harder…faster…my breasts love it when you eat them…like candied hawthorns…mmm…ah…husband…you…you…so…so naughty…so greedy…”

Greedy, because I switched sides (while eating her right breast, my left hand naturally squeezed her left breast).

“Mmm…this side feels so good too…a little harder…I want to go to heaven…ah…I’m getting wet down there again…”

She was getting wet, and I had to verify this good thing again. My free hand quickly reached for her wet pubic hair again. This time it was even stickier and slipperier. I playfully patted her pubic hair a few times, and the wet droplets made a lewd swishing sound with each pat. I quickly pulled my hand back and put it in my mouth to lick it, then resumed sucking on her breasts. This time, I started alternating between breasts, sucking on the left breast a few times and then the right, then the right breast a few times and then the left. Because the frequency was so fast, the saliva in my mouth accompanied the sucking movements, making lewd sounds. She heard it and saw it at the same time, and her moans became even louder.

"Brother...it's so dirty there...how could you put it in your mouth...oh...you're sucking on my breasts again...left...ah...right...uh...left...ah...right..."

After a rapid series of licks, her moans stopped, but her body was still trembling. I wanted to catch my breath, but when I looked up and saw the grassy area so close to me, how could I let it go? Before her trembling stopped, I pulled her down a little. She didn't expect this change and was still in a daze when my mouth was already sucking on the grass.

“Ah…brother…don’t kiss little sister…little sister is so dirty…I haven’t washed…no…ah…don’t kiss…how could you…do this…I’m going to get angry…there…there I can’t kiss…no…ah…tongue…it feels so good…eat more…eat me to my heart’s content…it’s been so long since anyone treated me like this…I love you so much…ah…brother…harder…harder…harder…that’s right…put your tongue in…little sister is all yours…use…use force…”

She moaned, whimpering incessantly, like a kitten in heat. As my tongue skills deepened, she also began to use her hand to stroke my penis. After a few strokes, finding it not smooth enough, she took a few more bites, thoroughly wetting my penis with her saliva. The less-than-perfect 69 position was displayed on an air mattress. We continued to tease each other’s genitals, both hoping to achieve sublimation through the final effort. As the frequency of her hand movements increased, my body also began to tense up, preparing to ejaculate. Perhaps afraid that the life-giving source she ejaculated would contaminate her hair, she blocked my glans with her mouth, while her hand continued its rhythmic movements. And I continued my… “Brother… hurry… I’m coming… I’m coming… I’m coming… you drink it… hurry… um… brother… ah… I’m coming… I’m coming…”

“Little darling… you push too… brother’s big glans is going to come too…”

I tried to reply to her lewd words in the shortest possible language.

With her buttocks shaking rapidly, a stream of hot fluid gushed out from a hidden opening in the grassy area. I quickly caught it with my mouth, afraid of wasting a single drop. But I still wasted it; she sprayed it everywhere—on her neck, face, the waterbed, and some even remained on the floor. At the same time she sprayed, I also released my last bit of energy. This energy, using billions of sperm as bullets, all went into the pocket she had prepared beforehand, not a single drop wasted.

A complete mess, a real complete mess!

[The End]

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