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She seemed very grateful that I had helped her out of that predicament, and led me upstairs to her room, asking my surname along the way
and praising me as a very kind person. I told her my surname was Cheng, but I wasn't a kind person; she seemed not to believe me.
She had always called me "boss," but after learning my surname was Cheng, she changed to calling me "Master Cheng." I laughed and said, "I'm not
that old, am I?"

So she immediately changed her address again, calling me "Young Master Cheng." I had initially wanted to ask her not to call me "Young Master," but in the end, I decided
against it. I also asked her name, and she said it was Chen Wenyun. We chatted and walked until we reached
the door. She took out a key, bent down slightly, and prepared to open it. I stood behind her and saw her slightly
raised buttocks. I couldn't help but reach out and touch her, letting out a soft gasp. But I quickly regained my composure, continued
unlocking the door, and turned back to me with a smile, saying, "Please come in. It's a simple place, please don't mind."

The room was indeed quite sparse. Besides a very old double bed, there were only two
dilapidated sofas that were barely usable. There wasn't even a television, let alone a dressing table. However, at least there was a bathroom in the room
, so I didn't have to go outside to use a public one.

I went into the bathroom and saw that there was a flush toilet and a white bathtub. But they
were completely Dadaist art; I guessed few people in the world would enjoy them. But nothing is absolute, and then,
someone like that appeared before me.

I saw a tall, muscular young man wearing a faded tracksuit,
lying comfortably in the bathtub, completely unaffected by the years of residue on it, simply
sleeping with his mouth wide open.

I turned to Chen Wenyun, pointed to the man in the bathtub, and asked, "Is this your son? He's quite tall
."

She nodded and replied, "He had a fever when he was little, which damaged his brain; now he
looks like a seven or eight-year-old." Then, in an almost pleading tone, she said, "He usually sleeps very soundly and won't
wake up so quickly. It's too late, so how about letting him sleep in the bathroom? I promise he won't disturb us." At

first, I wasn't really willing to let him stay in the room, but seeing her pleading expression, I couldn't bear
to refuse her. I simply made a "it's okay" gesture, indicating that I would do as she said.

She seemed relieved, forgetting to ask me if she was going to take a bath, and just closed the bathroom door. Then
, as if afraid I would change my mind, she hurriedly started taking off her clothes.

Seeing her flustered and confused, I found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "I'm not in a hurry,
why are you? Afraid I'll kick your son out, so you want to get rid of me as soon as possible? Ha, ha. Besides, I'm covered in
sweat. Even if you don't mind my masculine smell, I can't stand it myself."

She then realized that neither of us had showered yet, but her son was sleeping in the bathroom, and for a moment she looked completely
at a loss. I thought to myself, if I'm going to play the good guy, I might as well go all the way. I'd already paid for the sex, so there was no
need to worry about spending another 3000 or so. So I went up and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "It's alright
, let him continue sleeping. Wait for me a moment, I'll go and ask someone to book another room next door, we can go there to take a shower
."

After I finished speaking, she suddenly leaned into my arms and said to me in a very moved tone, "Young Master Cheng, you're so
kind. I brought Zhewei from the countryside to see a doctor, but the illness wasn't cured, and we ran out of money. We even owe the villagers a lot of money. Now,
going back is not an option, and not going back is not an option either. I was really desperate, so I swallowed my shame and started selling myself. Don't
laugh at me, I've been standing on the street for almost twenty days now, and you're my seventh customer. None of the previous customers
treated me like a human being, only you…”

Seeing her growing increasingly distressed, I could only hug her tightly and comfort her, saying, “We're destined to meet today. As long as you
serve me well, I promise I won't mistreat you. I'm also someone who left my hometown, crossing oceans to earn money. My wife isn't
around, and I've long wanted to find someone to keep me company. Now it just depends on whether you and I get along.”

I couldn't have been clearer, but after hearing it, she seemed somewhat incredulous, muttering to herself:
"I'm almost forty, not some virgin anymore. I have a mentally
challenged son, and my mother and youngest daughter in the countryside. The four of us are barely scraping by, let alone expecting anyone to take us in."

I knew she was just venting, so I was more direct: "Don't think I'm
just bragging. You're not much older than me, but when it comes to companionship, I want someone understanding and to suit
my tastes. Honestly, I was too promiscuous when I was younger, and simple missionaries aren't enough
for me now. But with so many different things, even the younger girls can't handle it. So I really want someone more experienced
, but unfortunately, I haven't met anyone yet."

Hearing this, she seemed hopeful and urged me to find someone to book another room.

I was eager to experience her skills in bed, so I rushed downstairs, found that
repulsive guy, and asked him to book another room.

Money makes things easier, and in no time at all, I had her in my arms and led her into the next room.

I closed the door, and when I turned around, I saw her standing confidently by the bed, beginning to unbutton the back of her dress
. She unbuttoned it slowly, glancing at me every now and then. It seemed she was observing
my reaction while undressing. I gave her a thumbs up, indicating that I appreciated her movements.

Encouraged by me, she undressed even more vigorously. Soon she had taken off her dress, then her
bra and panties, finally standing naked in front of me.

I stepped forward, intently admiring her naked body. I noticed that although she hadn't been out of the countryside for long, her skin was still
quite fair. Looking at her breasts, they were indeed well-endowed, each the size of a papaya, and the nipples were particularly
large, like two dried red dates, making one want to pinch them hard. Her pubic hair
was very sparse, making her already slightly protruding mons pubis appear even fuller. The only pity was that she was, after all
, middle-aged; her lower abdomen was inevitably plump, and her muscles were somewhat loose. Also, perhaps due to having given birth to two children, her labia were
rather dark; but to me, I was quite satisfied with her figure.

Like a connoisseur, I simply leered at her naked body, and occasionally touched her there with my hand.
I caressed her body with abandon, giving her a quick, passionate stroke. She cooperated fully,
letting me touch her until I felt I'd had my fill, at which point she began to undress me.

She folded my clothes neatly first, then softly asked, "Would you like to shower first? Or... or should
we shower together?"

I smiled and pulled her into the bathroom, answering her with my actions.

The bathroom facilities in this room were much better than her previous one. However, I
was still quite reluctant to shower standing in the bathtub. So, we stood on the edge of the tub, hastily washing each other's private parts,
thus completing our pre-shower ritual.

After leaving the bathroom, I lay down on the bed first, and saw her gesture as if asking if I wanted the light turned off. I shook my head
to indicate that I didn't need it. Then, she took a pack of condoms from her pocket, held it to me, and
asked, "Shall I help you put it on?"

I snatched the condom away and threw it forcefully onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Then, looking at her, I smiled and said, "I want
to do it for real."

She seemed a little surprised, and blushed slightly, saying, "Aren't you...aren't you afraid I'll get dirty?"

I hugged her and gently kissed her cheek, saying, "Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid I won't be clean?"

She didn't answer, but showed it through her actions. I saw her slowly bend down, open her mouth, and
take my penis into her mouth.

I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed her oral service. Unfortunately, her oral sex skills weren't very
good. She seemed to sense that I didn't appreciate her skills, so she kept glancing at my
response as she performed the blowjob.

I knew she was trying very hard and putting her heart into it. To avoid hurting her enthusiasm, I let her
blowjob for more than ten minutes. Finally, feeling that I couldn't take it anymore, I told her to stop.

I turned over and lay face down on the bed, raising my buttocks slightly, saying, "Come on, lick my asshole."

She seemed hesitant at first, but soon she pressed her face against my buttocks, and I felt
her tongue, massaging my anus with the tip of her tongue.

The sensation was far more pleasurable than before. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mmm...mmm, so good! Put your tongue in
a little further!"

I knew that not every woman could accept anal licking, but she was so obedient,
licking as I asked. Just that alone made the 3000 yuan worthwhile. I felt her warm tongue
moving in and out of my anus, an indescribable pleasure, an endless stimulation. Before long, my penis naturally became engorged
and swollen. She licked me for about four or five minutes until I was satisfied and told her to stop.

I turned back to lie flat on the bed and gestured for her to sit. She quite tactfully straddled
my legs, guiding my penis with one hand to her vulva, then forcefully
sat down, instantly plunging my entire penis deep inside her, the glans and shaft completely enveloped by her vaginal
walls.

Seeing her legs spread wide, her buttocks pressed against my thighs, her clitoris and pubic hair seemingly kissing
each other, I couldn't help but thrust my hips upwards with all my might, wishing I could shove my scrotum into her vagina as well
. She seemed to be in a little pain from my thrusts; she frowned, took a deep breath, and then began to exert
force with her thighs, her buttocks rising and falling dramatically, performing a "lotus position" thrusting motion for me

. In this position, I needed almost no effort, and the penetration was exceptionally deep, each thrust reaching
the very end before fully penetrating—the sensation was indescribable. But for Chen Wenyun, who was sitting on top of me, it wasn't so
easy; she could only use her legs and vagina to bear her own weight and the force of each thrust.

Therefore, she quickly became exhausted and had to bend over, supporting herself on the headboard to relieve the pressure.

I looked at her large breasts hanging in front of her chest, like two papayas, getting closer and closer to my face, especially
her two long, thick, dark nipples, which swayed back and forth in front of my eyes; occasionally brushing against
the tip of my nose, a slightly itchy sensation. So I moved my head up slightly and then took one into my mouth
.

At that moment, it felt like I was holding a grape. Perhaps because it was so unusually large, no matter how much I licked
and sucked it, it remained soft and showed no sign of hardening with stimulation. The more I sucked, the more interesting it became, and I even started
to gently bite it with my teeth. Perhaps without realizing it, I bit her nipple harder and harder, and I heard her soft
moan of pain.

I felt increasingly excited. Her piston-like movements on my penis felt good, but the rhythm
and speed weren't entirely within my control, no longer satisfying me. So, I released her
nipple and said, "Come on, let's change positions."

She slowly stood up as I instructed, then lay face down on the bed with her buttocks facing upwards. Originally, I
intended to give her a "wheelbarrow" position, but as I squatted behind her, preparing to insert my penis into her vagina
, I suddenly changed my mind.

Because her buttocks were raised, her buttocks naturally parted, fully exposing her dark brown anus
to me. I cursed myself inwardly: "How stupid of me to not think of her back door. What justice is there to leave such a good asshole untouched
?"

I spat on my penis and then pressed the head of my penis against her anus. She must have realized
what I was about to do. She turned her head to look at me and whispered, "Young Master Cheng, you...you need to be gentle
." Then she immediately turned her head back, pressing her face against the pillow, completely submissive.

Seeing her so understanding, I was overjoyed. I quickly grabbed my hard penis with one hand and placed the other on her
buttocks, pushing forward with all my might. With a scream from her, my entire penis was fully inserted into her
anus.

At first, I was somewhat gentle, slowly thrusting in and out. As I fucked her anus,
I listened to her breathing become increasingly rapid, feeling her anus gradually tighten; seeing her skin crawling with
goosebumps and her body trembling more and more violently, I felt incredibly aroused

. Later, the beastly nature buried deep within me was completely awakened. All I wanted was to ravage her, to torture her...
I had no mercy for her whatsoever. My thrusts into her anus grew increasingly brutal and forceful, like
a pile driver, each stroke a full-force effort.

I don't know how long I fucked her, but I could hear her panting and pleading, "Ah...ah...
please be gentle...it's so full...oh...please have mercy on me, please...
oh...Young Master Cheng, I really can't take it anymore."

As her pleas grew more desperate, I was nearing my climax. Afraid she might really give up, what if she
struggled and moved at my most crucial moment, disrupting my rhythm? Wouldn't all my efforts be wasted? So, in a posture
that resembled riding a horse, I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her buttocks hard with the other, saying,
"Ugh...ugh...be good, don't move, it'll be over soon."

As soon as I finished speaking, my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I involuntarily trembled a few times. Then, hot semen
gushed from the tip of my penis, like a volcanic eruption, injecting deep into her anus.

After ejaculating, I gestured for her to get me a cigarette from my clothes. Seeing her limping as she walked,
her buttocks clenched tightly, I felt a little guilty and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

She handed me the cigarette and gently shook her head.

I lit the cigarette, took two deep drags, and gently patted the bed, gesturing for her to lie down. Then, I put one
arm around her, smoking as I said, "Believe it or not, I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time. But if I
hurt you, I..."

She pressed her hand to my mouth, stopping me from continuing, then buried her face in my chest and said, "I'm
fine. Seeing you happy makes me happy too."

I stroked her hair and said, "I think you shouldn't stand on the street anymore. Tomorrow I'll find you and your son
a nicer place to live. You can move there, and I'll come see you whenever I have time. Is that okay?"

Hearing her softly say, "Whatever you say," I felt very satisfied. So, I put out my
cigarette and held her as we fell asleep.

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