The Story of a gigolo's affair

People often say "a talented man and a beautiful woman," where "talent" usually refers to ability and knowledge. But in today's lust-driven society, sometimes a man's "talent" is only reflected in his "mouth" and his manhood. As long as he's smooth-talking and naturally gifted, he can not only win over rich girls, becoming their seductress and a master of infidelity, living a life of extravagance and debauchery...

Before the 1997 handover, my wife and I applied to immigrate to Canada because we knew many people there. If that didn't work out, we would choose Australia.

Immigrating abroad without knowing English is like being mute.

My wife is a college graduate, so her English isn't a problem, but mine is terrible. To learn English well, I had to go to an English-focused cram school for intensive study.

My wife laughed and said to me, "You're going to English school for tutoring, I hope you don't use that as an excuse to find other women. If I find out, I won't forgive you."

I replied, "You were so jealous when we were newlyweds, I can't believe you're still like this now, I give up!"

She said, "You're handsome, tall and strong, I don't trust you anywhere there are women!"

Actually, her concern was valid, because in her eyes, I wasn't a faithful husband.

In the second year of our marriage, I secretly had an affair with a new actress from the TV station, living together without her knowledge. But six months later, she found out.

She told me at the time, "I can forgive you for one act of infidelity, but if it happens a second time, you'll be fired immediately as director and general manager. I hope you'll think twice!"

I know her personality; her warning was definitely not a joke.

In fact, my current position is entirely due to her husband's influence. Her father made his fortune in real estate and construction, and I was working as a junior employee in his company at the time. Who knew that "by a twist of fate," two years later, I would end up with her.

Because she was an only child, her father carefully groomed me after we got married. In just one year, I rose from supervisor, assistant manager, manager, to general manager.

At the end of last year, seeing that he was getting old, her father brought me into the board of directors, making me a director and general manager of the company.

Although I don't really believe in fate, the truth is, I can't help but believe it.

There are many English-medium schools in Hong Kong, and the one I attended had top-notch teachers.

I was the oldest in the class, but I got along well with the other male and female students, mainly because I was quite outgoing. After school, we would go to karaoke nightclubs in groups, and I always paid. When they learned that I was a director and general manager of a company, they became even more friendly. Some female classmates even took the initiative to get close to me, making me feel like a "prince."

On the night Hong Kong officially returned to China, I attended a classmate's birthday dance party. Many of the female classmates were also there; they were all young women in their twenties, and they all vied to ask me to dance, actively "professing their love" to me.

One of my female classmates, Sarah, was someone I had a particular fondness for. She worked in the public relations department of a hotel, had a very outgoing personality, and was quite daring. She dressed very provocatively in class, often wearing low-cut t-shirts with short skirts, which aroused my imagination.

Because she was beautiful and had a hot figure, I was particularly attracted to her. I went to the movies with her alone twice. During the movies, she would always take the initiative to throw herself at me, as passionate as a "fireball."

As the dance was about to end, she suddenly snuggled up to me. In the dim light, I realized that she was going braless. Her breasts were firm like "bamboo shoots," not very large, the kind that could be easily grasped.

She was always aware that her private parts were exposed, but she showed no embarrassment whatsoever. I reached inside and caressed her for a while, then she brought her cherry-like lips close to my ear and said, "Shall we make love?"

I was immediately flattered and surprised; I couldn't believe she was actually taking the initiative to tease me.

In the end, I silently nodded to her, and we quietly slipped out, hailed a taxi at the door, and headed straight for the villa.

After entering the house, she seemed very familiar with the villa's environment. When she took off her thin, sheer dress, I was stunned by her "bamboo shoot breasts." Her areolas were pink, and her nipples were prominent. I couldn't help but reach out and touch them a few times.

She smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do you like it?"

I nodded and said, "It's so cute, just the right size, like two small pyramids."

As I spoke, I leaned down and kissed it a few times. I smelled a fragrant scent; I knew she wasn't wearing perfume, and the fragrance came from her natural body odor.

Then I looked down and saw her underwear, smaller than a triangle napkin, but definitely made of high-end material.

Her "forest" seemed unwilling to be confined within that small piece of silk fabric, especially the upper part, which was practically "hair standing on end," fully exposed.

Seeing how engrossed I was, she carefully took off her underwear, revealing her "inverted triangle" pubic hair. It was thick, yet perfectly neat; I suspected it had been frequently trimmed by hand, otherwise it wouldn't be so tidy.

However, I didn't have time to investigate further, as my erection was now throbbing. I took off my jeans, displaying it to her. Surprisingly, she showed no fear of the seven-and-a-half-inch-long penis, instead flashing a seductive smile that seemed to want to devour it whole.

In a flash, our lips met, and my hands roamed over her body. Her skin was smoother than my wife's; her pubic hair, though thick, was not prickly, but felt as soft as silk.

Just then, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and said, "What do you want to do with me?"

What a silly question! I told her, "If my stomach could hold you, I'd like to eat you."

She giggled and said, "Come on, I'll let you eat me."

She then lowered herself, half-kneeling, half-squatting on the ground, and began to savor my penis, tasting it bite by bite. Her "swallowing and spitting technique" amazed me; her cherry lips now resembled those of a live carp, sending my soul soaring to the heavens.

We both seemed to be born with a promiscuous nature. We even abandoned the waterbed and just lay on the floor, having sex.

Although I later learned she wasn't a virgin, the tightness of her "jade gate" and the overlapping sensations made me feel like I was in "paradise."

The most amazing thing was that when I first penetrated her, she gritted her teeth and made "uh...ah" sounds. It was insane! If I were a virgin, I definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand her lewd moans.

We started with the missionary position, and because the floor was relatively flat and hard, I could penetrate her to the deepest point with each thrust. I felt that my "thing" had reached her cervix, and her "uh-oh" sounds were incessant, her hips rising and falling incessantly.

After about five or six minutes, she suddenly flipped over and quickly straddled me, performing a "sitting and swallowing" move, clamping my penis tightly and sucking it in. She

kept swaying, as if trying to shake it off, but also as if wanting it to go in a little deeper. She tried her best to match its rhythm. This kind of technique was something my wife didn't understand. It really shows the difference between a master and a novice!

Just when I was about to have a flood of climax, she suddenly jumped up, clamped her legs around my waist, and then gently pushed my upper body down. Using her upper arms, she bent her body backward. She was so careful that our upper bodies were lying on the carpet in a rectangular shape, but my penis was still tightly inserted inside her.

At this moment, everything seemed to have stopped, but my "thing" was still standing erect. The explosive impulse had been temporarily subsided. I don't know if she knew how to use internal energy, but I could feel that my "thing" was being sucked and drawn in by a magical force. This feeling was something I had never experienced before in my life.

On the surface, we were still, but in reality, our two secret weapons were still in operation, only they were invisible to the naked eye.

After a long time, probably five or six minutes, she suddenly did a somersault. Her movements were very fast. In one flip, she was on top of me, her legs spread apart, kneeling on my waist. Then she did a "sitting horse swallowing the stick" move, and my "thing" was once again squeezed into her "jade cave" in an instant.

She braced herself with her right hand, while her left hand deftly and skillfully reached behind her buttocks, as if afraid that my "little brother" might mischievously peek out.

Her ample buttocks were bobbing up and down incessantly, giving me an indescribable pleasure.

We were entangled like this for more than ten minutes, and she paused again to let my "little brother" breathe. She cleverly leaned her upper body forward, and her pair of firm "bamboo shoots" breasts hung on my lips. She whispered, "Don't you really want to bite it? Now you You can bite it, it has been brought to your mouth!"

She urged me like an order. In this situation, I had no choice but to obey, so I opened my mouth, licked it gently with my tongue, and took it into my mouth. When the flesh was tight, I subconsciously bit it.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she intermittently let out moans, which sent me soaring to the heavens. I felt no fatigue whatsoever; perhaps it was the surge of excitement that sustained me. The pleasure was indescribable.

Just then, she suddenly curled up, pressing her entire body against mine. I felt her whole body was burning hot, her temperature seemingly rising. Goosebumps had even appeared on her arms. Based on my experience, although she had experienced sexual intercourse before, her physiological desire for sex had not diminished.

I couldn't help biting her nipples hard, and then pulled hard, and she screamed loudly: "Oh, you are trying to die, do you want to bite my nipples off?"

She then leaned back, sat up, stretched out her hands to rub her nipples, and said, "Are you a sadist?"

I said with a smile, "I'm too tight, and I only get so horny when I'm in love. I hope you won't be offended."

She laughed . She got up, and Mei Dai glanced at me with a sly look. She tossed her messy, slightly wild hair upwards with both hands, and then smiled at me, saying, "Let's continue!"

I nodded and said, "Okay!"

She immediately started moving her lower body. This time, it seemed that she was absolutely unwilling to let me go. I saw her go up and down thirty or forty times in a row. In the end, my "little brother" couldn't take it anymore and finally ejaculated.

Before I could even savor the pleasure of my ejaculation, she lowered herself. This time, instead of kissing me or asking me to lick her nipples, she buried her head between my legs and, almost forcefully, took my penis into her mouth. Sometimes she remained still, breathing heavily through her nose, and other times she circled the head of my penis with her delicate tongue.

My penis had softened after the intense battle, but after her oral skills, it became erect again in less than fifteen minutes.

It was only then that I realized she had a soft spot for my "little brother" and knew its personality very well, like a personality psychologist who knew its secrets inside and out. I couldn't help but ask her,

"Sarah, aren't you satisfied yet?"

She nodded and said, "One-shot, that's not my style..."

I said in surprise, "So you have such a big appetite, I really misjudged you!"

She gave me a squinty look but didn't say anything, just continued to perform her oral skills, keeping my "thing" erect.

My hands were not to be outdone, wandering around her "jade cave," but not in a show of force, but to show her affection.

After a while, I couldn't help but lean down and kiss it, lick it, and suck it into my mouth like red lips.

She finally couldn't bear my "tongue skills" any longer and cried out repeatedly, her whole body trembling. She moved her ample buttocks back as far as possible, while her hands gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing and kneading them as if trying to tear them off.

Seeing her like this, I picked her up from the ground and carried her to the waterbed.

We intertwined on the waterbed, turning over and over, seemingly in a "tug-of-war," but in reality, it wasn't, because these two "flesh worms" were now tightly entwined like two "fried dough sticks."

We intertwined like this for more than ten minutes, then both of us fell onto the waterbed, using the waterbed's undulations to conserve some energy, and then returned to the missionary position.

After a long series of thrusts, I couldn't hold on any longer. Suddenly, my whole body trembled, and I knew something was wrong. Finally, I ejaculated.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, giving me immense satisfaction.

Sarah gazed at me intently, then smiled and said,

"We've finally completed our second round. You must be exhausted!"

I gently stroked her hair and said, "What about you? Aren't you tired? You're all soaking wet."

She wiped the fluid off her body and said, "Actually, I'm exhausted too."

We lay down on the waterbed to rest, panting and savoring the moment. She nestled in my arms, constantly licking and kissing my chest and chest hair with her tongue.

Her playfulness, like a little girl's, made me think she was just too adorable.

After our tryst, Sarah and I agreed to meet twice a week at the motel, on Tuesdays and Fridays.

Sarah asked why I couldn't have her all week. I had to be honest with her: "I have a wife. My wife is very fierce, and she's extremely jealous."

"Are you afraid of her?" she questioned me.

I had to tell her the truth: "She's my boss, and her father is the chairman of the company. If she finds out I'm having an affair, if she finds out I'm with you, I'll lose my position as chairman and general manager. She'll fire me and divorce me."

Sarah was understanding; she didn't pressure me anymore and continued our affair naturally.

But every time, I was on edge, terrified of being discovered by my wife.

Last Friday, after my second match with Sarah, I was exhausted. Sarah laughed and asked,

"What's wrong? Are you tired?"

I nodded and replied, "Yes, we were evenly matched this time."

Sarah smiled and told me that she would be bringing a close female friend next Tuesday to play a game of "killing two birds with one stone," reminding me to conserve my energy and not disappoint her.

People often say "a talented man and a beautiful woman," where "talented" usually refers to ability and knowledge. But in today's society, where lust runs rampant, sometimes a man's "talent" is only reflected in his "mouth" and his manhood. As long as he has a sweet tongue and is naturally gifted, he can not only win over rich girls, becoming their seductress and a master of infidelity, living a life of extravagance and debauchery with women on both sides...

Before the 1997 handover, my wife and I had applied to immigrate to Canada because we knew many people there. If that didn't work out, we would choose Australia.

Immigrating abroad without knowing English is like being mute.

My wife is a college graduate, so her English is no problem, but mine is terrible. To learn English well, I had to go to an English-focused cram school for "intensive study."

My wife laughed and said to me, "You're going to English school for tutoring, I hope you don't use that as an excuse to find other women. If I find out, I won't forgive you."

I replied, "You were so jealous when we were newlyweds, I can't believe you're still like this now, I give up!"

She said, "You're handsome, tall and strong, I don't trust you anywhere there are women!"

Actually, her concern was valid, because in her eyes, I wasn't a faithful husband.

In the second year of our marriage, I secretly had an affair with a new actress from the TV station, living together without her knowledge. But six months later, she found out.

She told me at the time, "I can forgive you for one act of infidelity, but if it happens a second time, you'll be fired immediately as director and general manager. I hope you'll think twice!"

I know her personality; her warning was definitely not a joke.

In fact, my current position is entirely due to her husband's influence. Her father made his fortune in real estate and construction, and I was working as a junior employee in his company at the time. Who knew that "by a twist of fate," two years later, I would end up with her.

Because she was an only child, her father carefully groomed me after we got married. In just one year, I rose from supervisor, assistant manager, manager, to general manager.

At the end of last year, seeing that he was getting old, her father brought me into the board of directors, making me a director and general manager of the company.

Although I don't really believe in fate, the truth is, I can't help but believe it.

There are many English-medium schools in Hong Kong, and the one I attended had top-notch teachers.

I was the oldest in the class, but I got along well with the other male and female students, mainly because I was quite outgoing. After school, we would go to karaoke nightclubs in groups, and I always paid. When they learned that I was a director and general manager of a company, they became even more friendly. Some female classmates even took the initiative to get close to me, making me feel like a "prince."

On the night Hong Kong officially returned to China, I attended a classmate's birthday dance party. Many of the female classmates were also there; they were all young women in their twenties, and they all vied to ask me to dance, actively "professing their love" to me.

One of my female classmates, Sarah, was someone I had a particular fondness for. She worked in the public relations department of a hotel, had a very outgoing personality, and was quite daring. She dressed very provocatively in class, often wearing low-cut t-shirts with short skirts, which aroused my imagination.

Because she was beautiful and had a hot figure, I was particularly attracted to her. I went to the movies with her alone twice. During the movies, she would always take the initiative to throw herself at me, as passionate as a "fireball."

As the dance was about to end, she suddenly snuggled up to me. In the dim light, I realized that she was going braless. Her breasts were firm like "bamboo shoots," not very large, the kind that could be easily grasped.

She was always aware that her private parts were exposed, but she showed no embarrassment whatsoever. I reached inside and caressed her for a while, then she brought her cherry-like lips close to my ear and said, "Shall we make love?"

I was immediately flattered and surprised; I couldn't believe she was actually taking the initiative to tease me.

In the end, I silently nodded to her, and we quietly slipped out, hailed a taxi at the door, and headed straight for the villa.

After entering the house, she seemed very familiar with the villa's environment. When she took off her thin, sheer dress, I was stunned by her "bamboo shoot breasts." Her areolas were pink, and her nipples were prominent. I couldn't help but reach out and touch them a few times.

She smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do you like it?"

I nodded and said, "It's so cute, just the right size, like two small pyramids."

As I spoke, I leaned down and kissed it a few times. I smelled a fragrant scent; I knew she wasn't wearing perfume, and the fragrance came from her natural body odor.

Then I looked down and saw her underwear, smaller than a triangle napkin, but definitely made of high-end material.

Her "forest" seemed unwilling to be confined within that small piece of silk fabric, especially the upper part, which was practically "hair standing on end," fully exposed.

Seeing how engrossed I was, she carefully took off her underwear, revealing her "inverted triangle" pubic hair. It was thick, yet perfectly neat; I suspected it had been frequently trimmed by hand, otherwise it wouldn't be so tidy.

However, I didn't have time to investigate further, as my erection was now throbbing. I took off my jeans, displaying it to her. Surprisingly, she showed no fear of the seven-and-a-half-inch-long penis, instead flashing a seductive smile that seemed to want to devour it whole.

In a flash, our lips met, and my hands roamed over her body. Her skin was smoother than my wife's; her pubic hair, though thick, was not prickly, but felt as soft as silk.

Just then, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and said, "What do you want to do with me?"

What a silly question! I told her, "If my stomach could hold you, I'd like to eat you."

She giggled and said, "Come on, I'll let you eat me."

She then lowered herself, half-kneeling, half-squatting on the ground, and began to savor my penis, tasting it bite by bite. Her "swallowing and spitting technique" amazed me; her cherry lips now resembled those of a live carp, sending my soul soaring to the heavens.

We both seemed to be born with a promiscuous nature. We even abandoned the waterbed and just lay on the floor, having sex.

Although I later learned she wasn't a virgin, the tightness of her "jade gate" and the overlapping sensations made me feel like I was in "paradise."

The most amazing thing was that when I first penetrated her, she gritted her teeth and made "uh...ah" sounds. It was insane! If I were a virgin, I definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand her lewd moans.

We started with the missionary position, and because the floor was relatively flat and hard, I could penetrate her to the deepest point with each thrust. I felt that my "thing" had reached her cervix, and her "uh-oh" sounds were incessant, her hips rising and falling incessantly.

After about five or six minutes, she suddenly flipped over and quickly straddled me, performing a "sitting and swallowing" move, clamping my penis tightly and sucking it in. She

kept swaying, as if trying to shake it off, but also as if wanting it to go in a little deeper. She tried her best to match its rhythm. This kind of technique was something my wife didn't understand. It really shows the difference between a master and a novice!

Just when I was about to have a flood of climax, she suddenly jumped up, clamped her legs around my waist, and then gently pushed my upper body down. Using her upper arms, she bent her body backward. She was so careful that our upper bodies were lying on the carpet in a rectangular shape, but my penis was still tightly inserted inside her.

At this moment, everything seemed to have stopped, but my "thing" was still standing erect. The explosive impulse had been temporarily subsided. I don't know if she knew how to use internal energy, but I could feel that my "thing" was being sucked and drawn in by a magical force. This feeling was something I had never experienced before in my life.

On the surface, we were still, but in reality, our two secret weapons were still in operation, only they were invisible to the naked eye.

After a long time, probably five or six minutes, she suddenly did a somersault. Her movements were very fast. In one flip, she was on top of me, her legs spread apart, kneeling on my waist. Then she did a "sitting horse swallowing the stick" move, and my "thing" was once again squeezed into her "jade cave" in an instant.

She braced herself with her right hand, while her left hand deftly and skillfully reached behind her buttocks, as if afraid that my "little brother" would mischievously peek out.

Her plump buttocks were constantly rising and falling at this time, which made me feel indescribable pleasure.

We were entangled like this for more than ten minutes, and she paused again to let my "little brother" breathe. She cleverly leaned her upper body forward, and her pair of firm "bamboo shoots" breasts hung on my lips. She whispered, "Don't you really want to bite it? Now you You can bite it, it has been brought to your mouth!"

She urged me like an order. In this situation, I had no choice but to obey, so I opened my mouth, licked it gently with my tongue, and took it into my mouth. When the flesh was tight, I subconsciously bit it.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she intermittently let out moans, which sent me soaring to the heavens. I felt no fatigue whatsoever; perhaps it was the surge of excitement that sustained me. The pleasure was indescribable.

Just then, she suddenly curled up, pressing her entire body against mine. I felt her whole body was burning hot, her temperature seemingly rising. Goosebumps had even appeared on her arms. Based on my experience, although she had experienced sexual intercourse before, her physiological desire for sex had not diminished.

I couldn't help biting her nipples hard, and then pulled hard, and she screamed loudly: "Oh, you are trying to die, do you want to bite my nipples off?"

She then leaned back, sat up, stretched out her hands to rub her nipples, and said, "Are you a sadist?"

I said with a smile, "I'm too tight, and I only get so horny when I'm in love. I hope you won't be offended."

She laughed . She got up, and Mei Dai glanced at me with a sly look. She tossed her messy, slightly wild hair upwards with both hands, and then smiled at me, saying, "Let's continue!"

I nodded and said, "Okay!"

She immediately started moving her lower body. This time, it seemed that she was absolutely unwilling to let me go. I saw her go up and down thirty or forty times in a row. In the end, my "little brother" couldn't take it anymore and finally ejaculated.

Before I could even savor the pleasure of my ejaculation, she lowered herself. This time, instead of kissing me or asking me to lick her nipples, she buried her head between my legs and, almost forcefully, took my penis into her mouth. Sometimes she remained still, breathing heavily through her nose, and other times she circled the head of my penis with her delicate tongue.

My penis had softened after the intense battle, but after her oral skills, it became erect again in less than fifteen minutes.

It was only then that I realized she had a soft spot for my "little brother" and knew its personality very well, like a personality psychologist who knew its secrets inside and out. I couldn't help but ask her,

"Sarah, aren't you satisfied yet?"

She nodded and said, "One-shot, that's not my style..."

I said in surprise, "So you have such a big appetite, I really misjudged you!"

She gave me a squinty look but didn't say anything, just continued to perform her oral skills, keeping my "thing" erect.

My hands were not to be outdone, wandering around her "jade cave," but not in a show of force, but to show her affection.

After a while, I couldn't help but lean down and kiss it, lick it, and suck it into my mouth like red lips.

She finally couldn't bear my "tongue skills" any longer and cried out repeatedly, her whole body trembling. She moved her ample buttocks back as far as possible, while her hands gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing and kneading them as if trying to tear them off.

Seeing her like this, I picked her up from the ground and carried her to the waterbed.

We intertwined on the waterbed, turning over and over, seemingly in a "tug-of-war," but in reality, it wasn't, because these two "flesh worms" were now tightly entwined like two "fried dough sticks."

We intertwined like this for more than ten minutes, then both of us fell onto the waterbed, using the waterbed's undulations to conserve some energy, and then returned to the missionary position.

After a long series of thrusts, I couldn't hold on any longer. Suddenly, my whole body trembled, and I knew something was wrong. Finally, I ejaculated.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, giving me immense satisfaction.

Sarah gazed at me intently, then smiled and said,

"We've finally completed our second round. You must be exhausted!"

I gently stroked her hair and said, "What about you? Aren't you tired? You're all soaking wet."

She wiped the fluid off her body and said, "Actually, I'm exhausted too."

We lay down on the waterbed to rest, panting and savoring the moment. She nestled in my arms, constantly licking and kissing my chest and chest hair with her tongue.

Her playfulness, like a little girl's, made me think she was just too adorable.

After our tryst, Sarah and I agreed to meet twice a week at the motel, on Tuesdays and Fridays.

Sarah asked why I couldn't have her all week. I had to be honest with her: "I have a wife. My wife is very fierce, and she's extremely jealous."

"Are you afraid of her?" she questioned me.

I had to tell her the truth: "She's my boss, and her father is the chairman of the company. If she finds out I'm having an affair, if she finds out I'm with you, I'll lose my position as chairman and general manager. She'll fire me and divorce me."

Sarah was understanding; she didn't pressure me anymore and continued our affair naturally.

But every time, I was on edge, terrified of being discovered by my wife.

Last Friday, after my second match with Sarah, I was exhausted. Sarah laughed and asked,

"What's wrong? Are you tired?"

I nodded and replied, "Yes, we were evenly matched in this battle."

Sarah smiled and told me that she would bring a close female friend next Tuesday to play a game of "killing two birds with one stone," reminding me to conserve my energy and not disappoint her.

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