My female colleague came to my house

I have a close female friend at work, Xiaoqing. To be precise, she's my colleague, subordinate, kind of like a secretary. We've been colleagues for over six years and together for a little over two months. We're currently in our honeymoon phase. Taking advantage of my wife's trip out of town for training this week, I invited her to come with me after get off work tonight. When Xiaoqing got into the car and asked which hotel we were going to tonight, I playfully said, "Let's save money if we can. Let's not go to a hotel tonight, let's go to my place." "Ah... to your place?" Xiaoqing was surprised. "My wife went out of town for training..." I originally wanted to say "Tonight you're my wife," but I was afraid of being too forward, so I held back. Xiaoqing seemed thoughtful; she didn't seem too keen on going to my place, but she didn't say it aloud, as if she didn't want to spoil my fun. I already understood—she was accommodating me again. My family has now moved to a four-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom, one-kitchen apartment. My wife and I live in the master bedroom, and our son has another room. He's still in preschool, and his grandma lives very close to the school, so he usually stays there and only comes back to live with us on weekends. There's also a study, separated from the master bedroom by a hallway. This is my little haven; many documents from work and my own writings are drafted and completed here. There's also a guest bedroom where my grandparents, my wife's sister, my wife's cousin, etc., sometimes stay. The drive home should take about 20 minutes, but it took us over half an hour. Traffic in big cities is terrible these days. I took shortcuts between Keyuan Road 1 and 6, and by the time we parked in the underground garage, it was almost 10:30. Xiaoqing was completely disoriented; she didn't even know the name of our apartment complex or which building we lived in (and she didn't ask). She just followed me from the garage up to my 16th-floor apartment in the elevator. I was so glad we didn't run into anyone I knew. That night, I put Xiaoqing in the guest bedroom. There's a reason I didn't arrange for Xiaoqing to sleep with me in the master bedroom. My wife is very traditional and shrewd; she's also very frugal and never uses perfume or cosmetics, advocating "natural beauty." Not only that, she never dyes her hair (only occasionally perms it). Xiaoqing is different. Due to work requirements (as I understand it), she needs to wear makeup and perfume, and sometimes dyes her hair. If she leaves a scent in the master bedroom that isn't unique to my wife (women are very sensitive to this), or if a few strands of different hair texture are scattered on the bed (it's impossible not to have a few strands after such vigorous activity), it wouldn't be good if my wife found out. She might not make a huge scene or divorce me, but it goes against my initial principle that "a well-intentioned concealment is better than a heartless harm," and it would be somewhat "too much," which isn't in my nature. As for the guest bedroom, the scent and hair are irrelevant. My sister-in-law and cousin often stay there; who can tell whose is whose? Xiaoqing and I quickly showered in the guest bathroom's shower stall. Because we were in such a rush, she hadn't even brought her pajamas, and I didn't want to give her my wife's robe, so she just wrapped her beautiful body in a large bath towel and went straight to bed. Since I was in a hurry to get back after the meeting, I had only wolfed down my dinner and was a little hungry, so I asked Xiaoqing what she wanted to eat. Xiaoqing said, "It's so late… what's the point of eating…?" I said, "I'm hungry," and she said, "Then let's fry some eggs… let's eat together…" A little while later, I brought the scrambled eggs to the bedside, and Xiaoqing and I ate together. While eating the scrambled eggs, Xiaoqing was very mischievous. She said she didn't want to eat the scrambled eggs anymore, she just wanted to taste them. So every time I took a bite, she would kiss my lips and lick the oily scrambled eggs off them. Haha, she actually thought I was "appetizing"! After finishing the scrambled eggs, we went to the bathroom together to rinse our mouths (sharing a toothbrush). Back in the bedroom, I complained to Xiaoqing, "You said you wanted scrambled eggs, but you didn't eat them after I made them..." Xiaoqing lay on the bed, unbuttoning my robe as she laughed, "I... I'm afraid of gaining weight... But... now, I want... eggs..." As soon as she finished speaking, her face inexplicably turned red. What was wrong with her? Just as I was wondering, Xiaoqing gently lifted my testicles with her hand and said shyly, "Can I eat them...?" Whoosh—my penis instantly became erect! So, I stood by the bed, lifted my robe, and thrust my lower abdomen towards Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing leaned over the edge of the bed and put her head between my legs… Xiaoqing's oral sex technique was as good as her acupressure massage technique, and her "egg-eating" technique was also excellent. My two testicles were being sucked and released by her little mouth, and the swelling feeling was incredibly pleasurable! Especially when her slightly thick lips held my testicles and pulled them outwards, stretching my scrotum straight, that swelling feeling would surge to my lower body and then spread throughout my body like an electric current… "Does it feel good?" Xiaoqing asked me softly. "Mmm…" I nodded repeatedly in pleasure. Xiaoqing stroked and pressed my glans with her hand, and then used her soft tongue to "massage" my perineum for a while. Then she began to lick upwards from my penis, her fragrant saliva smearing my shaft, which glistened under the soft light.The warmth of the ointment and the coolness afterward intertwined and stimulated me. When I applied it to the glans, my tongue played around it in circles, and her soft, warm lips would suck and lick downwards from the glans, followed by "deep throat"... This repeated itself countless times. Ah... I was almost bursting with pleasure... I probably hadn't "done laundry" for almost two weeks, all because I've been too busy lately—as the saying goes, "Every night you fuck, your dick is hard; every meal you eat meat, your heart races." Having not ejaculated for so long, my glans was especially sensitive. In short, I was a bit "out of control" that night. Fortunately, I managed to "turn the tables" in time, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself and ruined the mood! "Don't... make yourself suffer too much. I also want to... taste the deliciousness of meat..." I reached out and stroked Xiaoqing's pink neck and shoulder, then pulled off the towel covering her chest. I stood on the edge of the bed and pulled her up from her prone position. The towel immediately slid down her smooth back onto the edge of the bed. Xiaoqing cooperated readily. She knew what I wanted to do, so she obediently lay down on the edge of the bed, her legs spread apart, presenting her naked lower body to me. However, before I buried my head between her legs, she covered her private parts with her hands, constantly reminding me, "You can only taste... but you can't look!" I agreed, squatted on the edge of the bed, gently pulled Xiaoqing's hands apart, and brought my head close to her private parts. Before I could even admire them, Xiaoqing suddenly pressed my head between her legs with both hands, and started to coax me, "You're bad... you promised... you can't look!" It wasn't until I gently bit her tiny clitoris with my teeth and blew warm air into her buttocks that her hands softened, changing from pressing to stroking, touching my hair, and letting out soft moans of pleasure... "Is it comfortable?" Now it was my turn to ask Xiaoqing. "Oh...you...are so good at...doing...ah..." Xiaoqing's cheeks flushed, and after saying this, the blush spread to her ears. I buried my head deep between Xiaoqing's spread legs again, "slurping" as I tasted her two incredibly tender plump lips... "Oh...oh yeah...oh oh...don't...don't do that, I...I'll...give you...spare your life..." I don't know if Xiaoqing really couldn't take it or was just pretending. I used my teeth, tongue, and lips on her buttocks, and after only five or six minutes, Xiaoqing kept shaking her head. Her long hair, which was originally tied in a high knot, was now loose and swayed from side to side with the shaking of her head. She kept twisting her body, seemingly enjoying it, but also seemingly unable to hold back any longer. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and kept "bowing" to me...Hehe, what a coincidence, my wife's cousin also likes to use "spare your life" to "beg for mercy" (actually, it's teasing). Is this a popular "national treasure of body language" now? …Thinking to myself, I still looked up at Xiaoqing, and asked her with tender affection, as if to pity a delicate flower, “Really?...Really?” “Really…” As she spoke, beads of sweat appeared on Xiaoqing’s nose. “I thought you were…pretending…really…not letting me taste…the deliciousness of the meat?” By this time, I was convinced that Xiaoqing really couldn’t resist, but I still said it. I knew she would blush, and I liked seeing her shy expression. Before, I was squatting down to savor the delicious tender meat, so I couldn’t see her expression. Now, I stood between her legs, one hand supporting my upper body, my gaze fixed on Xiaoqing’s face. It was practically impossible for a beauty not to blush when “examining” her so closely. Sure enough, Xiaoqing’s face suddenly turned red again, this time as red as the face of a “Qingyi” (a female role in Peking Opera)—her eyelids were even covered with red rouge! "...Really...stop it..." With Xiaoqing's face smeared with bright red rouge, she said almost frantically and bluntly, "...Hurry up...fuck me..." At this moment, my penis no longer felt the urge to ejaculate; it was time to unleash its true nature. I grabbed Xiaoqing's jade-like legs, lifted them high, and dragged half of her round buttocks off the edge of the bed. Lying on her back like this, the woman's round buttocks would sink a little, and because they were pressed against the edge of the bed, when my penis entered her, the woman's body had no room to retreat, making it feel incredibly pleasurable. I've tried this trick on my wife's cousin many times, and she always moans "Oh, oh!" when I fuck her... Xiaoqing is quite impatient. My penis had barely touched her overflowing clitoris when she used the force of her legs pulling back to lift her lower body and welcome me in... "Ah...you really...are so good at it..." I'd only gently twisted and turned inside her about twenty times when Xiaoqing couldn't help but moan with pleasure. I'm very gentle with her, just "heavy insertion, light penetration, the glans slowly touching the clitoris; nine shallow thrusts, one deep thrust, gentle twisting and turning, a thrilling experience"... "Oh...oh...you...are so good at it...it feels so good...so good...""Xiaoqing was quite 'out of control' that night. In my memory, she had never moaned like that or openly said 'it feels good' before. I used this 'old man pushing a cart' technique to 'push' Xiaoqing for a full half hour. Although the 'push' force wasn't great, the 'twisting' and 'bending' were very precise. Sometimes 'uphill'—jj thrusting upwards, sometimes 'downhill'—jj thrusting downwards, sometimes 'reversing'—jj spinning and circling in her buttocks (that is, what I call 'twisting,' I'm not sure if I used this word correctly? Please correct me if I'm wrong). While 'pushing,' I also said this (this is called 'reporting the way.' I heard from the older generation that in the past, when several people were carrying or pushing a cart, the one in front had to 'report the way' so that the people behind knew the road conditions ahead). Xiaoqing's half-round buttocks were pressed against the edge of the bed. Under the 'encirclement' of my 'vocal seduction' and 'physical actions,' how could she 'move her whole body and legs'?" Not long after we "surrounded" her, her bottom was "pushed" so hard that her juices were flowing freely, trickling down her buttocks. Luckily, half of her round bottom was off the edge of the bed, and there was a large bath towel on the edge; otherwise, it would have been terrible. After all that fuss, not only was I sweating, but Xiaoqing was also drenched in sweat. She panted for a long time before blushing and saying coquettishly, "I...I really admire you...you're so...good at this..." I liked seeing her blush, I liked seeing her coquettish. I took off my bathrobe, wiped the sweat with the bath towel on the edge of the bed, and lay naked on my back on the bed. I said to Xiaoqing, "Don't just say...I'm good at this, I believe...you are too. Now let...you do this to me...okay?" "Mmm~,...you're so naughty..." Xiaoqing's face turned red again. I knew she was trying to be coquettish to make me happy. As long as I persisted, she would do anything for me. After I raised my penis and gestured several times for her to sit on top of me, Xiaoqing gently punched my chest with her hands, repeatedly saying, "You're bad...you're bad...", while spreading her legs and seemingly coyly straddling me. This "woman on top, man on bottom" position is sometimes called "an old tree with intertwined roots," but I don't think it's appropriate here. Neither Xiaoqing nor I are "old trees," nor is this the only position for "intertwined roots." Others call it "Guanyin sitting on a lotus," which sounds elegant, but I still feel it's inappropriate—Guanyin sits cross-legged in meditation, how can she straddle a "lotus" with her legs spread? ...However, the "general" often contains the "special," what if Guanyin got tired of sitting cross-legged? Perhaps she'll inadvertently spread her legs slightly. Ancient erotic writers seized upon this unintentional leg-spreading, calling this position, with the man on top and the woman on the bottom, "Guanyin sitting on a lotus," which is truly a case of "seeing the whole leopard from a single spot"—a fabricated interpretation... Anyway, I won't make this up here. I wanted Xiaoqing to torment me in a "woman on top" position, and I immediately created a name for it: "Beauty Sitting Posture" (the name is similar to something else, purely coincidental). In this "Beauty Sitting Posture" position, I handed over all the initiative—"deep or shallow penetration," "fast or slow insertion," "light or heavy pressure"—to Xiaoqing. I was willing to let her torment me however she wanted... Hehe, after a short while of Xiaoqing "sitting," I realized that she was actually quite a tormentor herself. She had practiced martial arts and knew how to do a horse stance, so her legs were quite strong. Not only could her buttocks grip my penis tightly with the help of the external muscles, but her levator ani and sphincter muscles could also contract and tighten the "layers" of her vagina in waves... She squatted with her legs bent on either side of my buttocks, sometimes using the strength of her legs to squat and sit down, sometimes twisting her waist and shaking her hips in a swaying motion—when she squatted and sat down, my penis was basically "fully in and out" of her. Women especially like the moment when the large glans of my penis is inserted into and scraped out of the tight little opening of my buttocks, and the feeling of the fleshy ball of my vagina trembling as it is thrust into her... Her swaying motion was also very effective. Her waist and buttocks twisted and swayed in a very round way, like playing with a "hula hoop," as if she wanted to "hula" my penis all the way into her buttocks. Sometimes she leaned forward, sometimes she arched her back, making my penis look up and down, but no matter how she moved, I only felt one word—"Awesome!" "Is it good?" Now it was her turn to ask me from above. "Good...so good...how about you?" I kept saying, and asked her. "Good...I'm so good...I've even...orgasmed..." Xiaoqing's face was flushed, even her ears, chest, shoulders, and arms...were a little pinkish-white. I knew that some women's skin would turn red when they orgasmed, and Xiaoqing was one of them. "Then...let's rest for a while." I felt sorry for her and held her tightly in my arms, not letting her exert herself anymore. My hard penis was still inside her already clenched buttocks, and I slowly thrust in and out, soothing her tired body. "You...aren't you going to cum yet?" Xiaoqing wanted to move, but I held her tightly and she couldn't move. She asked me shyly, "Am I... useless... unable to hold back... and climax with you?" "No... you're amazing... really... it was me, I had ulterior motives..." I comforted her tired body while telling her about my near-ejaculation. "Old man pushing a cart," Xiaoqing and I were evenly matched; "beauty sitting on a stake," I was "waiting for the opportune moment," meaning that as long as I wasn't too focused, I would naturally "not ejaculate for a long time." Hearing me say this, Xiaoqing immediately started to whine again, "You're really... so bad... so bad... I'll hit you, you... bad thing..." I grabbed Xiaoqing's hand, which she pretended to use to hit me, and we rolled and played on the bed. That night was the second time Xiaoqing and I had sexual intercourse, but we only did it twice. I ejaculated once, and it was only after Xiaoqing's vigorous "fuss" that I ejaculated... We both believed that "there's plenty of time," and promised to "book a hotel room" until we were "completely exhausted," to be "soulmates" for three lifetimes... I like Xiaoqing, but I can't say I love her—liking is a faint kind of love, and faint love is more intriguing. [The End]

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