respectable women in massage parlors

My wife went to stay with her parents when she was eight months pregnant. I would visit her sometimes, but most of the time I was alone at home, a grown man. Plus, I was addicted to watching porn and reading adult books online, so being alone was really getting to me.

There's a saying, "My wife's not home today, I'm so happy, so incredibly happy!"

With my wife far away, I was happily running wild, with no one to restrain me.

So, only two days after she left, I missed her terribly, both physically and emotionally. I decided to find someone to temporarily replace her for the next 10 or 20 days to ease my endless longing.

(Buddha, forgive me!) So I went to a massage parlor. Since my wife is henpecked, I rarely go to these places to enjoy myself.

I found a mid-range massage and foot bath parlor. Since I didn't have much money and wasn't familiar with the rules, this one seemed pretty good. Under the gleaming sign hung a red banner advertising: Massage, foot bath, bath, back massage, full service for 38 yuan.

As soon as I entered, a quick-witted young man greeted me and led me to a private room. After pouring tea, he asked me to wait a moment, saying a staff member would be there soon.

A while later, a woman in work clothes came in. She looked about 25 or 26 years old, with an average appearance and height, but a very thin and bony figure.

She asked, "Boss, what kind of service do you want?"

I ordered the full service, so she first had me change into pajamas, which were basically just a pair of pants that went past my knees.

While I was changing, she went to get the wooden basin for the foot bath.

Not long after I finished changing, she returned with a wooden basin and asked me to put my feet in. After I replied that the temperature was okay, she started rubbing my feet back and forth.

Since I'm not a regular at these places and didn't know her well, we didn't talk much while she washed my feet, just chatted casually for a while.

After washing my feet, it was finally time for the massage. She took a bottle of oil and started massaging my body, sometimes tapping, sometimes pushing, with varying pressure.

First my arms, then my chest, thighs, etc. When she massaged my inner thighs, I felt a surge of excitement, my penis became erect, and my crotch bulged high in my pajama pants.

She pretended not to notice and continued the massage.

While I was getting a head massage, she asked me to lie on my back on her lap, while she sat with her legs crossed.

My eyes were glued to her face, my mind wandering to thoughts of whether she'd get excited seeing my erection.

The masseuse noticed me staring and laughed, asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I replied, "I think you're pretty. Can't I look?" Then I asked, "What's your last name?"

She chuckled and said, "My last name is Wang, boss. You're lying."

I said, "No, I'm not lying. You have a very sexy figure."

She didn't say anything.

I continued, "Where are you from? Why are you doing this kind of work?" She answered, "I'm from Yuncheng. This job pays better than being a waitress in a hotel."

I asked her, "How much do you make a month?"

She replied: "The base salary is 300 yuan, plus massage commission, it's about 1500 yuan."

I said: "That's not much. By the way, can you do anything here?" She stopped what she was doing and asked: "What?"

I said: "Do you have any girls? Can we have sex?"

She said: "No, we're pretty legitimate here, we only do massages. We do have one girl, but she can't have sex, she only does breast massages. Do you want her, boss?"

I asked: "How much?" She said: "168 yuan."

Wow, that's expensive? I said: "No, I have something to do later, I'll leave after the massage."

"Hey, how old are you?"

She said: "How old do I look to you?" I said: "You look like 18 or 19."

She laughed and said: "You're such a liar.

" I pretended to be honest and said: "No, I'm over 20."

I said: "Really? You don't look 26 at all, so young, are you married?" She replied, "I'm married, and my child is two years old."

I said, "Really? Then why aren't you at home taking care of the child? Where do you live?" She said, "I live in Hexi (Hexi District in our city). My mother takes care of the child. I don't want to work, but I'm from out of town and want to earn more money so I can go back home and do some small business."

I said, "Oh, so your husband is in Yuncheng?" She replied, "No, he's here, working as a security guard in a supermarket."

I was surprised and asked her, "So he made you do this job?" She said, "What's wrong with that? I only do massages, I don't do any other services."

I was a little disappointed, but still said, "So no customers want to have sex with you?" She replied, "No, usually if customers choose that kind of service, they won't come to me."

I then asked her, "Then don't you go home? It's quite far from Hexi."

She said, "Yes, I go back one day a week, and I get one day off a week."

I then asked, "So you don't go out at night?"

She said, "Why would I go out if there's nothing wrong? This place is so chaotic, and besides, it's not like I can just go out whenever I want. Unless I need to ask for leave, I usually stay here."

I said, "How much do you get paid for a massage?" She said, "For a full service like yours, I get 15 yuan. If I do a 100-yuan hand massage, I get 30 yuan."

I said, "You do hand massages?" She laughed awkwardly and replied, "Yes, we didn't have sex, and I didn't do anything wrong to my husband, haha."

To ease the tension, I changed the subject and said, "What do you like to eat?"

She replied, "Cold noodles, chocolate, pineapple, hot pot, and lots of other things."

After resting with my eyes closed for a while, I said to her, "Next time I come, I'd like to ask you for a massage. You can give me a hand massage, and I'll give you more money. We don't need to go through the massage parlor, so you can get more money that way, okay?"

She said, "No,

that won't do. It wouldn't be good if they found out." We chatted for a while, and the massage, foot wash, and back massage were all finished. She wanted me to go downstairs to shower, but I refused, saying I could shower at home. Finally, I asked her how to find her next time; she just said number 8.

After I gave her 50 yuan, she took the money and told me to wait, then paid 38 yuan for me and gave me 12 yuan in change.

I said casually, "Here you go, it was a good job."

She happily put the money away and then asked if I wanted some more tea.

I checked my phone; it was already 11:30 PM. I told her I didn't need anything, I'd change and leave to go home for a drink.

I grabbed my clothes to change, but seeing she didn't seem inclined to avoid me, I shamelessly took off my massage parlor pajamas right

in front of her. My naked body was exposed before her, my penis excitedly displaying itself, its red, thick glans throbbing proudly.

She glanced at it casually, then turned away, pretending to watch TV.

I got dressed, and she saw me all the way to the door.

After I got home, I turned on my computer and pulled up some porn. As I watched, I fantasized about licking #8's labia, touching her breasts, and having my penis inside her mouth.

I don't know when, but my semen exploded, shooting quite far.

(I usually just let it leak out; it rarely shoots out, let alone travels far, sigh.)

Three days later, I changed into clean clothes and went to the massage parlor. I went straight to number 8 and asked her for the full service for 38 yuan.

After watching TV in the private room for a while, she came in. We chatted and laughed as we did last time, but this time my hands wandered and touched her breasts for a bit, and she didn't object.

Her breasts weren't very big, a bit small, but they were quite firm, especially her nipples, which were long and thin.

This time, I still gave her 50 yuan, and after deducting the 38 yuan service fee, I gave her 12 yuan as a tip.

The third time I went to see number 8, I had some drinks with dinner and watched some porn. I didn't really want to go for a massage, but I was feeling really uncomfortable, and seeing that it was only 10 o'clock, I got dressed and went.

On the way, I bought a box of chocolates—the cheap kind, the big one for 6 yuan, of course.

This time, I went in and told the receptionist I wanted number 8. The receptionist said number 8 was currently giving a massage to a customer and would probably be done soon, asking if I wanted to change to another one or wait. My choice, of course, was to wait.

While waiting, I changed into my pajamas.

Thirty minutes later, I was lying in the private room watching TV, feeling bored, when the door opened, and there was number 8.

She said to me, "Have you been waiting long?" I said, "Not long."

She said, "I'll go get the basin."

I said, "Never mind, let's just get the massage done. Oh, and here, this is for you."

Saying that, I took the chocolates I bought from my suit pocket and put them in her hand.

She said happily, "How did you know I like chocolate?" I said, "You told me when I came for massages the last two times, didn't you forget?" She replied, "Really?" "You really remembered?" I said. "Yes, I also know you like hot pot, pineapple, and noodles."

She was very happy to hear that, packed the chocolate, kicked off her slippers, got into bed, and knelt down in front of me to start massaging me.

First, she massaged my back, her fingers moving from my back down to my calves, and rubbing my buttocks about ten times in between.

She hadn't massaged that area the first two times, maybe because I gave her the chocolate today and she was happy.

I felt that when she massaged my buttocks, her fingers were through the thin pajama pants, and a couple of times she even touched the base of my prostate, making my penis unconsciously harden, pressing against the bed, which was very uncomfortable.

After the back massage, I rolled over and lay on my back.

By this time, because the stimulation from the buttock massage had lasted quite some time, my penis had become limp.

She sat beside me, one leg stretched out next to my head, the other resting on her buttocks. She first pushed back and forth across my chest a few times with her outstretched hands, then began massaging my breasts.

Her fingers moved with varying speeds and pressures.

To be honest, her massage technique was really good.

She deliberately lingered a moment when massaging my nipples.

I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She smiled at me, looking directly into my eyes, while simultaneously pinching my nipples with moderate pressure, forming crab claws, and rubbing them evenly.

A pleasure I'd never experienced before slowly spread from my nipples through the nerve cells of my body, a tingling sensation that instantly surged to my lower body, causing my penis to stand erect, creating a small tent in my pajama pants.

Our eyes met.

I saw the provocative look in her eyes, but she saw only the frenzy of my intense desire.

Suddenly, she squeezed her fingers together, intensifying the humiliation of my nipples.

I moved in unison with her movements, moaning: "Oh... ooh... ah..." Excitement drove my penis to throb upwards, my hands outstretched, then clasped together again, gripping the sheets and mattress tightly, crumpling the bedding.

Just as I was struggling to endure her simple yet powerful nipple assault and was about to scream in pain, she released her grip and began massaging my stomach.

As soon as my assault ceased, my hands gradually loosened, and the sheets were finally freed from their torment.

While massaging, she asked, "Is it comfortable?" I replied, "Yes, it's very comfortable. You're really good."

She didn't say anything and continued massaging without saying anything.

But after her teasing, I started to get restless, and one hand, seemingly unintentionally, rested on her foot as I stretched.

After a while, seeing that she didn't seem to mind, my hand slowly began to caress her foot.

Her feet were long and slender, with little flesh, highlighting her thin, bony frame. Although she wore short, flesh-colored stockings, the skin on the soles of her feet was still quite noticeable—not very thick, but rather firm. Her soles were a bright red, appearing quite vibrant even through the stockings.

Just as my attention was focused on her feet, her hand suddenly moved to my thigh. As she massaged the inner thigh, her hand kept brushing against my scrotum, intentionally or unintentionally.

I saw her massaging with her head down, and I didn't know if she was lost in thought or staring blankly at the tent my penis was erect.

Dear readers, to be honest, I couldn't take it anymore. Since the first time I asked her for a massage and then masturbated at home, I hadn't ejaculated for almost a week.

Suddenly, I grabbed her foot tightly with one hand and the other hand that was massaging my thigh, pressing it against my penis through my pajama pants.

Seeing that she was still massaging my leg with her other hand while her head was down, I knew she was condoning what I was doing. I started to hold her hand and let her touch my penis back and forth. I

also started to pull her foot next to my head, so that her sole was facing my face, and then rubbed my face against her sole.

After a while, I slowly loosened my grip on her hand, and her hand began to tease my penis through my pajama pants, moving it up and down.

Seeing that she was willingly touching me, I simply let go of her hand completely and placed my hand on her chest, touching her breasts through her work shirt.

Luckily, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her breasts didn't seem big, but they were quite firm, which meant they were well-maintained.

While I was enjoying her masturbating me, the hand that was holding her feet pulled down her short stockings.

I noticed that although the skin on her feet was thick, it hadn't developed calluses yet. Plus, I really liked those slender, flat feet. I kissed her feet and then started licking them.

The taste wasn't great; it was a bit salty and had a musty smell, with a slight hint of sweat.

At this point, the hand that was holding her breasts also started moving, unbuttoning one of her shirt buttons and slipping my hand inside to directly touch her breasts.

Her skin wasn't very smooth, nor very rough. Her nipples were quite long, about a centimeter long.

Perhaps they weren't actually long, but because they were thin, they appeared longer.

It's like two people of the same height, one thin and one fat; the thinner one seems taller.

Perhaps it was the coolness from my licking her soles that made her feel it, because she said to me, "Don't lick my feet, they're dirty! Oh dear, take your hands away, what if someone sees?" As she spoke, she pulled my hand out from under her shirt and buttoned it up.

I awkwardly said to her, "Sorry, I forgot to lock the door."

She rolled her eyes at me, then reached out and continued to stroke my penis through my pants, while looking at the TV, watching the drama "Young Justice Bao".

I was secretly delighted. After lying down, I closed my eyes and grabbed her hand that was stroking my penis, playing with her hand back and forth.

After a while, I said to her, "What should I do if I want to ejaculate?" She looked at me, put her hand inside my pajama pants, and quickly grabbed my penis and started stroking it. Just

as I was about to climax, I grabbed her foot, the one whose sock I had taken off, and sucked hard on three or four of her toes.

Finally, with the frantic sucking and moaning while she was vigorously rubbing her toes, I ejaculated.

I relaxed, still sucking her toes, watching her take her hand out of her pajama pants, which was covered with my semen.

She took the disposable white towel that was originally meant to wipe my feet from the table, wiped the semen off her hands, and then used the towel to roughly wipe my pants.

After ejaculating, I was exhausted and yawned several times.

She was still casually massaging me.

I said to her, "Thank you."

She turned to look at me, gave me a forced, beautiful smile, and then went back to watching TV.

We didn't talk much. After lying there silently for a while, I said to her, "Can I treat you to dinner in a couple of days?" She looked at me and said, "I can't go out. This isn't going out."

I said, "Didn't you say you could take time off if you had something to do?" She said, "This…

let me think about it."

I said, "What are you thinking about? It's not like I'm asking you to do anything. It's just a casual dinner. Don't get the wrong idea."

She laughed as she looked at me and said, "I didn't. Only men like you would think that."

I said, "Then let me suggest a time. I'll come find you at 10 pm the night after tomorrow, pretending your family wants you to come home for something, and I'll call you. How about that?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Since she didn't have a cell phone, I asked her to write down the massage parlor's phone number when I paid the bill. I gave her 100 yuan this time, so when she handed me the remaining 62 yuan, I pretended to be generous and said casually, "Here you go. Buy some chocolate and eat it all, so you can get chubby and healthy."

She slapped me on the chest and said, "You think you're fat? You're still as thin as a telephone pole, and you're still talking about me like that."

(Note: I'm 180cm tall, weigh 129kg, and am relatively thin.)

After leaving the house, I saw the phone number she had copied down for me; her name, Wang Hui, was written before the number.

I finally made it to the night after tomorrow. At home, I washed myself thoroughly, especially my penis, repeatedly retracting the foreskin and washing it several times.

Then I turned on my computer and watched some downloaded porn.

Around 10 pm, I arrived at a place some distance from the massage parlor and called it. A man answered. I said, "Could you find Wang Hui for me? She's a family member."

After about 10 minutes, she came out smoothly.

I asked her, "Where do you want to eat?" She said, "Anywhere you want."

I said, "How about we go to Grassland Lamb Hot Pot?" She said, "Great! You still remember I like hot pot, haha."

When we arrived at the grasslands, I ordered a lavish spread.

Halfway through the meal, I said, "I bought you a cell phone."

Then, pretending to rummage through my pockets (completely lying), I slapped my forehead and said, "Oh dear, I forgot it at home in my rush."

Then, with an air of utter desolation, I pretended to say, "Unfortunately, my wife is home. I told her I was working the night shift. If she weren't home, I would have gotten it for you when I got back."

She seemed a little skeptical.

I added, "I told my wife it was for a colleague at work."

Her eyes remained half-believing, half-doubting. Seeing that I'd succeeded, I changed the subject.

After we finished dinner and paid the bill, I asked her, "Finally full! Shall we go play some more?" Seeing that she didn't refuse, and afraid that she wouldn't go if I directly asked for a room, I said, "How about we go clubbing?" She nodded in agreement.

We had a pretty good time at the club.

It was already 1 a.m.

when we came out. I took her hand and said, "Are you thirsty? There's a supermarket up ahead, I'll buy you some drinks."

She said, "No, I'm not thirsty."

I held her hand and slowly walked towards her, saying, "It's so late, we have nowhere to go. How about we find a hotel and go to a brothel for the night?"

She said, "I don't want to go. I'm afraid you'll do something bad, I don't want to betray my husband."

I patted my chest and assured her, "It's nothing, at most if I want something, you can help me find it, okay?

" She said, "Okay."

As we walked towards a nearby hotel, I thought to myself, "When we get to the hotel, I don't believe you can control yourself, haha."

A sinister smile crept across my face.

After entering the hotel, registering, and paying,

we were finally alone together.

After locking the door, I pretended to say, "It's so hot."

Then, quite naturally, I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear.

Seeing her turn on the TV, I said to her, "Take your clothes off too."

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off her clothes,

leaving only her bra and panties.

We lay on the bed together, watched TV for a while, and then I said, "You're always the one giving me massages, today I'll give you one."

She said, "Are you sure you can do it?" I said, "Don't underestimate me!" Then, mimicking her massage technique, I had her turn her back to me and carefully massaged her back.

I said, "Take off your bra. Wearing this is affecting my massage technique."

While massaging her buttocks, I pinched them and said, "You're so bouncy."

She said, "You're really taking advantage of me."

I said, "I'm not! You've taken advantage of me several times already, and you're saying I'm taking advantage? Hehe."

After she turned to face me, I removed her bra, first suppressing my arousal, then kneading her shoulders a few times before placing my hands on her breasts.

Her breasts were small and delicate; I could easily grasp them in one hand, kneading and squeezing them back and forth on her mounds like cat paws scratching a tree.

Her eyes were gently closed, trying her best to suppress the pleasure, but occasional soft moans escaped from her tightly closed mouth.

I leaned down and kissed her eyebrows, earlobes, eyes, and then her lips, my tongue forcefully forcing its way through her teeth, its long, curved shape entangling with hers.

She finally couldn't resist the pleasure and hugged me tightly, returning my kisses passionately.

As I kissed her, I pulled down my underwear, pressing my body against her pelvis, my penis pressing against it.

My hands carefully massaged her lower abdomen, slipping under her underwear to probe her vagina.

Her vagina was already quite wet, sticky and slippery. I inserted my middle finger into her clitoris, my thumb pressing against it.

With each probe, her whole body trembled.

I moved my head down, extending my tongue to lick and tease one of her breasts, drawing circles.

It felt so good to call out to her nipple; it was so thin, like a child's penis.

I deliberately made smacking sounds while nursing.

I pulled off her panties, pressed myself against her, bent my legs into a kneeling position, lifted her feet upwards, and raised her entire pubic bone to my chest. I sat up straight and lowered my head.

Her vagina had a slight slit, and on the slit was a glistening, translucent nectar, with tiny bubbles in it.

Her labia were dark brown, the tips appearing almost black.

I nibbled at her vagina, licking the fluid, pulling out long, thin strands of silk.

I released her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her upside down to my chest, one hand holding her, the other parting the tips of her labia, making her clitoris bloom before me.

I touched her clitoris with my mouth, gently sucking on it.

She moaned softly, her legs moving with my licking, sometimes stretching out with her muscles tensed, sometimes bending and drooping, half-pressed against my back.

Seeing her so shy and wanton, I simply used my tongue to probe and lick inside her vagina, my nose brushing against her clitoris.

She trembled all over, grabbing my buttocks with both hands and saying: "Quick...come in quickly.

Don't torture me anymore."

I lay back, positioning her in a 69 position, and said to her: "You're on top, I'm on the bottom.

Come on, rape me, my penis is so uncomfortable, I want to fuck you."

She quickly squatted up, grabbed my penis and placed it upwards at the entrance of her vagina, and began to make love to me.

After two minutes of doing this, I pushed her away from her body and pressed her down. After she positioned her penis and aimed it at her vagina, I started pumping hard.

(It’s not that I didn’t want her on top, it was just that she was so crazy that she almost broke my penis a few times.)

The bed creaked as I moved, and both she and I were breathing heavily.

Because she is not tall and has a slim figure, the opening of her pubic bone is not very large. This makes the penis feel very narrow every time it enters the vagina. It is even as if she can feel the penis passing between her ulna bones. The friction of the penis from beginning to end is extremely comfortable.

I held her tightly, our tongues locked on her lips; my chest pressed against her breasts, thrusting back and forth; my penis and pubic hair were covered in sticky fluid, indistinguishable from its source. My penis withdrew, leaving a thin trail, then plunged back in hard.

Suddenly, my heart tightened, and I frantically pounded into her and her vagina, each thrust powerful and deep, my penis pressing against her vaginal walls before finally reaching its deepest point, ejaculating.

She clung to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, murmuring: "Ah...ah...so hot...so hot."

I paused for a moment, feeling my penis still supporting itself even after ejaculation, and thrust my hips back and forth with force.

I breathed heavily in her ear: "You're so lucky. I didn't expect I could ejaculate and then penetrate again today. It's so good to be with you; I even had two rounds in a row."

(Continuous ejaculation: No rest after ejaculation, continue, ejaculate a second time directly)

Because I hadn't had sex with a woman for about 10 days, I unleashed a series of ejaculations that were rare since our marriage, so each time I slept with her deeply, sweat clinging to both of us.

After penetrating her for 8 or 9 minutes, I felt completely exhausted, even my lower abdomen and coccyx started to ache.

So I switched positions, with her on top and me on the bottom, using the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus position" to make her fuck me.

She sat on my penis quickly and eagerly, and I finally lasted less than 10 minutes before squeezing her two pencil-shaped breasts hard and ejaculating with a loud cry.

From 1 a.m. to 10 a.m. the next morning, we had sex about 7 times.

Near checkout time in the morning, we showered together. While washing her genitals, she showed me her swollen, red vagina, which I had penetrated. She angrily said, "I didn't expect you to have such a strong libido! We're married, and you still managed six or seven times in one night! You've almost ripped my vagina apart!"

I touched her vagina with my hand and said, "I'll give you my phone in a couple of days, then you'll be fine, haha."

After that, I didn't contact her for four or five days.

When I was online at home, I didn't visit any adult websites, just played games at most.

Because I had done it so many times that day, all my desire was gone.

A day or two later, my wife came back from her parents' house, and I could no longer see her.

Now I regret it so much. Why didn't I contact her again after that? Now, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have the face to see her again.

After all, I disappeared after having sex with her once.

Only fragmented memories remain.

My wife went to stay with her parents when she was eight months pregnant. I would sometimes go to see her, but most of the time I was alone at home, a grown man. Plus, I was addicted to watching porn and reading adult books online, so being alone was really agonizing.

There's a saying, "My wife isn't home today, I'm so happy, so incredibly happy."

My wife was far away, and I was happily running wild, with no one to restrain me.

So, only two days after she left, I missed her terribly, both physically and emotionally. Therefore, I decided to find someone to temporarily replace her for the next 10 or 20 days to ease my endless longing for her.

(Buddha, please forgive me.) So I went to a massage parlor. Since my wife is henpecked, I rarely go to these places to enjoy myself.

I found a mid-range massage and foot bath parlor. Because I didn't have much money and didn't know the rules, this one looked good. Under the gleaming sign hung a red advertisement: Massage, foot bath, bath, back massage, full service 38 yuan.

As soon as I entered, a quick-witted young man greeted me and led me to a private room. After pouring tea, he asked me to wait a moment, saying the staff would be there soon.

After a while, a woman in work clothes came in. She looked about 25 or 26 years old, with an ordinary appearance and average height, but a very thin and bony figure.

She asked after entering: "Boss, what kind of service do you want?"

I ordered the full package, so she started by having me change into my pajamas, which were basically just a pair of pants that went past my knees.

While I was changing, she went to get the

wooden basin for washing my feet. She returned shortly after I finished and had me put my feet in. After confirming that the temperature was comfortable, she started massaging my feet.

Since I'm not a regular at such places and didn't know her well, we didn't talk much while she was washing my feet, just chatted casually for a while.

After the foot wash, it was finally time for the massage. She took out a bottle of oil and started massaging my body, sometimes tapping, sometimes pushing, with varying pressure.

First her massaged my arms, then my chest, thighs, and so on. When she massaged my inner thighs, I felt a surge of excitement; my penis became erect, bulging high in the crotch of my pajama pants.

She pretended not to notice and continued the massage.

While massaging my head, she had me lie on my back on her lap, while she sat cross-legged.

At this point, my eyes were glued to her face, my mind wandering to thoughts of whether she would be excited to see my erection.

The masseuse noticed me looking at her and laughed, asking, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

I replied, "I think you're pretty. Can't I look?" Then I asked her, "What's your last name?" She

chuckled and said, "My last name is Wang, boss. You're such a liar."

I said, "No, I'm not lying. You have a very sexy figure."

She didn't say anything.

I continued, "Where are you from? Why are you doing this kind of work?" She replied, "I'm from Yuncheng. This job pays better than being a waitress in a hotel."

I asked her, "How much do you make a month?"

She answered, "A base salary of 300 yuan, plus massage commission, about 1500 yuan."

I said, "That's not much. By the way, can you do 'that' here?" She stopped what she was doing and asked, "What?"

I said, "Do you have any girls? Can we have sex?

" She said, "No, we're quite legitimate here. We only do massages. We do have one girl, but she can't have sex, she only does breast massages. Do you want her, boss?"

I asked, "How much?" She said, "168 yuan."

Wow, that's expensive! I said, "No, I have something to do later. I'll leave after my massage."

"Hey, how old are you?"

She said, "How old do I look?" I said, "You look like you're 18 or 19."

She laughed and said, "You're such a liar."

I pretended to be honest and said, "No, I'm not."

I said, "Really? You don't look 26 at all. You're so young. Are you married?" She replied, "Yes, I am. My child is two years old."

I said, "Really? Then why aren't you at home taking care of the child? Where do you live?" She said, "I live in Hexi (a district in our city). My mother takes care of the child. I don't want to work, but I'm from out of town and want to earn more money so I can do some small business back home."

I said, "Oh, so your husband is in Yuncheng?" She replied, "No, he's right here. He works as a security guard in a supermarket."

I was surprised and asked her, "So he made you do this job?" She said, "What's wrong with that? I only do massages, I don't do any other services."

I was a little disappointed, but I still asked, "So no customers want to have sex with you?" She replied, "No, usually if they want that kind of service, they won't come to me.

" I then asked, "Don't you go home? It's quite far from Hexi."

She said, "Yes, I go home one day a week, I get one day off a week."

I then asked, "So you don't go out at night?"

She said, "Why would I go out if I don't have to? This place is so chaotic, and besides, it's not like I can just go out whenever I want. Unless I have something to do, I ask for leave, I usually stay here."

I said, "How much do you get paid for a massage?" She said, "For a full service like yours, I get 15 yuan. If I do a 100-yuan hand massage, I get 30 yuan."

I said, "You do hand massages?" She laughed awkwardly and replied, "Yes, I didn't have sex, and I didn't do anything wrong to my husband, haha."

To ease the tension, I changed the subject, asking, "What do you like to eat?"

She replied, "Cold noodles, chocolate, pineapple, hot pot, and lots of other things."

After resting my eyes for a while, I said to her, "Next time I come, I'd like to ask you for a massage. You can give me a hand massage, and I'll give you extra money. We don't need to go through the massage parlor, so you can get more money, okay?"

She said, "No, that won't do. It wouldn't be good if they found out."

We chatted for a while, and the massage, foot wash, and back massage were all finished. She wanted me to go take a shower, but I refused, saying I could shower at home. Finally, I asked her how to find her next time; she just said number 8.

After I gave her 50 yuan, she took the money, told me to wait, then paid 38 yuan for me and gave me 12 yuan in change.

I said nonchalantly, "Here you go, it was a good job."

She happily put the money away and asked if I wanted more tea.

I checked my phone; it was already 11:30 PM, so I said no, I'd change and leave, and drink at home.

I took my clothes to change, but seeing she didn't seem inclined to avoid it, I shamelessly took off my massage parlor pajama pants

in front of her. My naked body was exposed before her, my penis excitedly flaunting itself, its red, thick glans throbbing proudly.

She glanced at it casually, then turned away, pretending to watch TV.

I got dressed, and she saw me to the door.

After I got home, I turned on my computer and pulled up some porn. As I watched, I fantasized about licking her labia, touching her breasts, and having my penis inside her mouth.

I don't know when, but my semen exploded, shooting quite far.

(I usually just let it leak out; it's rare for it to actually ejaculate, let alone travel far. Sigh.)

Three days later, I changed into clean, dry clothes and went to that massage parlor. I went straight to number 8 and asked her to give me the full service for 38 yuan.

After watching TV in the private room for a while, she came in. We chatted and laughed while getting the massage, just like last time. This time, however, my hands wandered over and touched her breasts for

a bit, and she didn't object. Her breasts weren't very big; they were rather small, but they felt quite full, especially her nipples, which were long and thin.

This time, I still gave her 50 yuan. After deducting the 38 yuan service fee, I gave her 12 yuan as a tip.

The third time I went to see number 8, I had some drinks with dinner and watched some porn. I didn't really want to go for a massage, but I was feeling really uncomfortable, and seeing it was only 10 pm, I got dressed and went.

On the way, I bought a box of chocolates—the cheap kind, the big 6 yuan kind.

This time, I went in and told the receptionist I wanted number 8. The receptionist said number 8 was giving a massage to a customer and would probably be done soon, asking if I wanted to change to another one or wait. My choice, of course, was to wait.

While waiting, I changed into my pajama bottoms.

Thirty minutes later, I was lying in the private room watching TV, bored, when the door opened, and there was number 8.

She said to me, "Have you been waiting long?" I said, "Not long."

She said, "I'll go get the basin."

I said, "Never mind, let's just get the massage done. Oh, and this is for you."

As I spoke, I took the chocolate I'd bought from my suit pocket and placed it in her hand.

She exclaimed happily, "How did you know I like chocolate?" I said, "You told me when I came for massages the last two times, didn't you? You forgot?" She replied, "Really? You really remembered?" I said, "Yes, I also know you like hot pot, pineapple, and noodles."

She was delighted, packed the chocolate, kicked off her slippers, got onto the bed, and knelt in front of me to begin massaging me.

She started with my back, her fingers moving from my back down to my calves, and also kneading my buttocks about ten times.

She hadn't massaged that area the previous two times; perhaps it was because I'd given her chocolate that she was happy.

I felt her fingers pressing on my buttocks through the thin pajama pants, and a couple of times she even touched the base of my prostate, causing my penis to become erect without me realizing it. It pressed against the bed, which was very uncomfortable.

After massaging my back, I rolled over onto my back.

By then, because the stimulation from the buttock massage had been going on for a while, my penis had softened.

She sat beside me, one leg stretched out next to my head, the other under her buttocks. She spread her arms and first massaged my chest a few times, then began massaging my chest.

Her fingers moved with varying pressure and speed.

To be honest, her massage technique was really good.

She deliberately lingered a while on my nipples.

I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She smiled at me, looking me straight in the eye, while simultaneously pinching my nipples with moderate pressure, her index fingers and thumbs forming crab claws, and rubbing them evenly.

A pleasure I'd never experienced before slowly spread from my nipples through the nerve cells of my body; the tingling sensation instantly surged to my lower body, my penis jerking up, creating a small tent in my pajama pants.

Our eyes met.

I saw the provocative look in her eyes, but she saw only the frenzy of my intense desire.

Suddenly, she squeezed her fingers together tightly, intensifying the humiliation of my nipples.

I moved along with her movements, making sounds like "Oh... Ooh... Ah..." Excitement drove my penis to throb and pound upwards. My hands stretched out, then came together again, gripping the sheets and mattress tightly, crumpling the bedding.

Just as I was struggling to endure her simple yet powerful nipple assault, about to break down and scream, she released her grip and began massaging my stomach.

As soon as my assault ceased, my hands gradually loosened, and the sheets were finally freed from their torment.

While massaging, she asked, "Is it comfortable?" I said, "Yes, very comfortable, you're really amazing."

She didn't say anything, just lowered her head and continued massaging.

But after her teasing, I started to get restless, one hand casually resting on her leg as I stretched.

After a while, seeing that she didn't seem to mind, I slowly began to touch her feet.

Her feet were long and slender, with little flesh, highlighting their thinness and bony shape. Although she was wearing short, flesh-colored stockings, the skin on the soles of her feet was still quite noticeable—not very thick, but rather firm. Her soles were a bright red, appearing quite vibrant even through the stockings.

Just as my attention was focused on her feet, her hand suddenly moved to my thigh. As she massaged the inside of my thigh, her hand would intentionally or unintentionally brush against my scrotum.

I saw her massaging with her head down, and I couldn't tell if she was lost in thought or staring blankly at the small tent my penis was erect.

Dear readers, to be honest, I couldn't take it anymore. Ever since I first asked her for a massage and then went home to masturbate, I haven't masturbated for almost a week.

Suddenly, I grabbed her foot tightly with one hand and her other hand, which was massaging my thigh, and pressed it against my penis through my pajama pants.

Seeing that she was still massaging my leg with her other hand while her head was down, I knew she was condoning what I was doing. I started to hold her hand and use it to stroke my penis back and forth. I

also started to pull her foot next to my head, so that her sole was facing my face, and then rubbed my face against her sole.

After a while, I slowly loosened my grip on her hand, and her hand began to tease my penis through my pajama pants, moving it up and down through the fabric.

Seeing her willingly touching me a few times, I simply let go of her hands and placed my own on her chest, touching her breasts through her work shirt.

Luckily, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her breasts didn't seem large, but they were quite firm, indicating they were well-maintained.

While I was enjoying her masturbating me, I used my other hand, which was holding her foot, to pull down her short stockings.

I noticed that although the skin on her feet was thick, it hadn't developed calluses yet. Plus, I really liked those slender, flat feet, so I kissed her feet and then started licking them.

The taste wasn't great; it was a bit salty, had a musty smell, and a slight hint of foot sweat.

At this moment, my hand, which was holding her breast, began to move as well. I unbuttoned one of her shirts and slipped my hand inside, directly touching her breast.

Her skin wasn't very smooth, nor very rough. Her nipples were not only long, but also very thin, about a centimeter long.

Perhaps the nipples weren't actually long, but because they were thin, they seemed longer.

It's like two people of the same height, one fat and one thin; the thinner one seems taller than the fatter one.

Perhaps it was the coolness from my licking of her soles that made her feel it, because she said to me, "Don't lick my feet, they're dirty! Oh dear, take your hand away, what if someone sees?" As she spoke, she pulled both of my hands out of her shirt and buttoned it up again.

I said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I forgot to lock the door."

She rolled her eyes at me, then reached out and continued to stroke my penis through my pants, while looking at the TV, watching the drama "Young Justice Bao."

I was secretly delighted. After lying down, I closed my eyes and grabbed her hand that was stroking my penis, playing with it back and forth.

After a while, I said to her, "What should I do if I want to ejaculate?" She looked at me, then reached into my pajama pants and quickly stroked my penis. Just

as I was about to climax, I grabbed her foot, the one whose sock I had removed, and sucked hard on three or four of her toes.

Finally, with the frantic sucking and moaning of her toes and her vigorous rubbing, I ejaculated.

I relaxed, nibbling on her toes as she pulled her hand out of her pajama bottoms, which were covered in my semen.

She took a disposable white towel from the table that she had prepared to wipe my feet, wiped the semen off her hand, and then used the towel to roughly wipe my pants.

After ejaculating, I was exhausted and yawned several times.

She was still casually massaging me.

I said to her, "Thank you."

She turned to look at me, gave me a forced, beautiful smile, and then went back to watching TV.

We didn't talk much. After lying there silently for a while, I said to her, "Can I treat you to dinner in a couple of days?" She looked at me and said, "I can't go out. This isn't going out."

I said, "Didn't you say you could take time off if you had something to do?" She said, "Well…

let me think about it."

I said, "What are you thinking? It's not like I'm asking you to do anything. It's just a casual dinner. Don't get the wrong idea."

She laughed and said, "I'm not thinking anything. Only men like you would think that."

I said, "Then let me suggest a time. I'll come find you at 10 pm the night after tomorrow. I'll pretend your family wants you to come home for something and call you. How about that?"

She thought for a while and said, "Okay."

Since she didn't have a cell phone, I asked her to write down the massage parlor's phone number when I paid the bill. I gave her 100 yuan this time, so when she handed me the remaining 62 yuan, I pretended to be generous and said casually, "Here you go. Buy some chocolate and eat it all, so you can get chubby and healthy."

She slapped my chest and said, "You think you're fat? You're still as thin as a telephone pole, and you're still talking about me like that."

(Note: I'm 180cm tall, weigh 129kg, and am relatively thin.)

After leaving the house, I saw the phone number she had copied down for me; her name, Wang Hui, was written before the number.

I finally made it to the night after tomorrow. I washed myself thoroughly at home, especially my penis, repeatedly retracting the foreskin and washing it several times.

Then I turned on my computer and watched some downloaded porn.

Around 10 pm, I arrived at a place some distance from the massage parlor and called it. A man answered. I said, "Could you find Wang Hui for me? She's a family member."

After about 10 minutes, she came out smoothly.

I asked her, "Where would you like to eat?" She said, "Anywhere is fine with me."

I said, "Let's go to the grasslands and have hot pot with lamb, okay?" She said, "Sure, you still remember I like hot pot, haha."

When we got to the grasslands, I ordered a lavish spread.

Halfway through the meal, I said, "I bought you a cell phone."

Then I pretended to rummage through my pockets (completely lying), and then slapped my forehead, saying, "Oh dear, I forgot it at home in my rush to leave."

Then, with an air of utter desolation, I pretended to say, "Unfortunately, my wife is home. I told her I'm working the night shift. If she weren't home, I would have gotten it for you when I got back."

She seemed a little skeptical.

I added, "I told my wife it was for a colleague at work."

Her eyes remained half-believing, half-doubting. Seeing that I'd succeeded, I changed the subject.

After we paid the bill for dinner, I asked her, "We're finally full, shall we go have some more fun?" Seeing that she didn't refuse, and worried that she wouldn't go if I directly suggested a hotel room, I said, "How about we go clubbing?" She nodded in agreement.

We had a pretty good time at the club.

It was already 1 a.m.

when we came out. I took her hand and said, "Are you thirsty? There's a supermarket up ahead, I'll buy you some drinks."

She said, "No, I'm not thirsty."

I held her hand and slowly walked towards her, saying, "It's so late, we have nowhere to go, how about we find a hotel and go to a brothel for the night?"

She said, "I don't want to go, I'm afraid you'll do something bad, I don't want to betray my husband."

I patted my chest and assured her, "It's okay, at most if I want something, can you help me find it?"

She said, "Okay."

As we walked towards the nearby hotel, I thought to myself, "Once we get to the hotel, I don't believe you can control yourself, haha."

A sly smile crept across my face.

After entering the hotel, registering, and paying,

we were finally alone together.

After locking the door, I pretended to say, "It's so hot."

Then, quite naturally, I took off my

clothes until I was only in my underwear. Seeing her turn on the TV, I said to her, "Take your clothes off too."

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off her clothes,

leaving her in only her bra and panties.

We lay on the bed together, watched TV for a while, and then I said, "You're always the one giving me massages, today I'll give you one."

She said, "Are you sure you can handle it?" I said, "Don't underestimate me!" After saying that, I imitated how she massaged me, asking her to turn her back to me. I carefully massaged her back with my hands.

I said, "Take off your bra; it's affecting my massage skills."

When I massaged her buttocks, I pinched them and said, "You're so bouncy."

She said, "You're really taking advantage of me."

I said, "I'm not. You've taken advantage of me several times already, and you still say I'm taking advantage, hehe."

After she turned to face me, I took off her bra, first quenching my arousal, then massaging her shoulders a few times, before placing my hands on her breasts.

Her breasts were small and delicate; I could easily grasp them in one hand, squeezing and kneading them back and forth like cat paws scratching a tree.

Her eyes were gently closed, as she tried her best to suppress the pleasure, but soft moans still escaped from her tightly closed mouth from time to time.

I leaned down and kissed her eyebrows, earlobes, eyes, and then her lips, my tongue forcefully forcing its way through her teeth, its long curve entangling with hers.

She finally couldn't resist the sexual pleasure any longer, hugging me tightly and returning my kisses passionately.

As I kissed her, I took off my underwear, pressing my body against her pelvis, letting my penis press against it.

My hands carefully massaged her lower abdomen, slipping under her underwear to probe her vagina.

Her vagina was already quite wet, sticky and sticky. I inserted my middle finger into her clitoris, my thumb pressing against it.

With my constant probing, her whole body trembled.

I moved my head down, sticking out my tongue to lick and tease one of her breasts, drawing circles.

It felt so good to suckle her nipple; it was so thin, like a child's penis.

I deliberately made smacking sounds while nursing.

I pulled off her panties, pressed myself against her, bent my legs into a kneeling position, lifted her feet upwards, and brought her pubic bone up to my chest. I sat up straight and lowered my head.

Her vagina had a slight slit, glistening with translucent nectar, containing tiny bubbles.

Her labia were dark brown, the tips almost black.

I nibbled at her vagina, licking the fluid, pulling out long, thin strands of silk.

I released her legs, pulled her upside down to my chest, and held her close with one arm, parting her labia with the other, exposing her clitoris.

I sucked on her clitoris gently.

She moaned softly, her legs moving with my licking, sometimes stretching out in a muscle contraction, sometimes bending and drooping, half-pressed against my back.

Seeing her so shy and wanton, I simply used my tongue to probe and lick inside her vagina, my nose touching her clitoris.

She trembled all over, grabbing my buttocks and saying, "Quick...come in.

Don't torture me."

I lay back, positioning her in a 69 position, and said to her, "You're on top, I'm on the bottom.

Come on, rape me, my penis is so uncomfortable, I want to fuck you."

She squatted down hurriedly, grabbed my penis with her hand and placed it on the vaginal opening, and started having sex with me.

After two minutes of doing this, I pushed her away from her body and pressed her down. After she positioned her penis and aimed it at her vagina, I started pumping hard.

(It’s not that I didn’t want her on top, it was just that she was so crazy that she almost broke my penis a few times.)

The bed creaked as I moved, and both she and I were breathing heavily.

Because she is not tall and has a slim figure, the opening of her pubic bone is not very large. This makes the penis feel very narrow every time it enters the vagina. It is even as if she can feel the penis passing between her ulna bones. The friction of the penis from beginning to end is extremely comfortable.

I held her tightly, our tongues locked on her lips; my chest pressed against her breasts, thrusting back and forth; my penis and pubic hair were covered in sticky fluid, indistinguishable from its source. My penis withdrew, leaving a thin trail, then plunged back in hard.

Suddenly, my heart tightened, and I frantically pounded into her and her vagina, each thrust powerful and deep, my penis pressing against her vaginal walls before finally reaching its deepest point, ejaculating.

She clung to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, murmuring: "Ah...ah...so hot...so hot."

I paused for a moment, feeling my penis still supporting itself even after ejaculation, and thrust my hips back and forth with force.

I breathed heavily in her ear: "You're so lucky. I didn't expect I could ejaculate and then penetrate again today. It's so good to be with you; I even had two rounds in a row."

(Continuous firing: After the penis finishes ejaculating, there is no rest; it continues, firing a second time directly.)

Having not had sex with a woman for about ten days, I unleashed a rare, continuous series of thrusts since our marriage, so each time we slept deeply, sweat clinging to both of us.

After about eight or nine minutes of penetration, I felt completely exhausted, even my lower abdomen and coccyx started to ache.

So we switched positions, with her on top and me on the bottom, using a lotus position for her to fuck me.

She sat on my penis quickly and eagerly, and I finally lasted less than ten minutes before squeezing her pencil-shaped breasts hard and ejaculating with a loud cry.

From 1 a.m. to 10 a.m. the next morning, we made love about seven times.

Near checkout time in the morning, we showered together. While washing her genitals, she showed me her swollen, red vagina, which I had penetrated. She angrily said, "I didn't expect you to have such a strong libido! We're married, and you still managed six or seven times in one night! You've almost ripped my vagina apart!"

I touched her vagina with my hand and said, "I'll give you my phone in a couple of days, then you'll be fine, haha."

After that, I didn't contact her for four or five days.

When I was online at home, I didn't visit any adult websites, just played games at most.

Because I had done it so many times that day, all my desire was gone.

A day or two later, my wife came back from her parents' house, and I could no longer see her.

Now I regret it so much. Why didn't I contact her again after that? Now, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have the face to see her again.

After all, I disappeared after having sex with her once.

Only fragmented memories remain.

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