Difficult-to-Unravel Exchange

I work in the financial sector. I know many friends from different walks of life, including many insiders in the financial industry. Ms. Wang Liping is one of my good friends. We met through work and later became friends, mainly because we share similar sexual interests and enjoy visiting places of pleasure in our spare time.
Liping has a delicate face and a slender figure, with a shapely bust and graceful movements; she's simply a masterpiece of God. Having such a girlfriend often allows me to go on these adventures.
Liping is generous and outgoing. She told me we were classmates in the same school, though I was a few years ahead of her. We were both still studying. After graduation, we returned to work in our hometown.
One evening, after dinner, I drove Liping to the bank building where she lived. As usual, she invited me to sit in her office. This was exactly what I wanted. I went upstairs. Her apartment wasn't large. Liping opened the back door and led me into her own lounge inside the bank. The room was simply furnished but very elegant.
She poured me a cup of tea and went into the inner room. When she came out, she had changed her clothes and was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, her bra and panties faintly visible underneath, which made my heart flutter. I immediately warned myself not to have any impure thoughts, because Ali and I were friends of the opposite sex, how could I possibly have bad intentions towards her?
Liping sat opposite me and chatted with me. She asked me in broken Cantonese how her Cantonese was now, and I praised her for speaking very well, which made her laugh heartily, like flowers blooming in abundance. I couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
She had drunk a little wine tonight, and her cheeks were flushed, making her even more charming. If I stayed any longer, I was afraid I would not be able to control myself, so I got up to leave. Ali came over at this moment and asked me to sit a little longer so that she could teach her to say a few more Cantonese words.
Her slender hand touched mine, and at close range, a fragrance emanated from her body. I secretly peered down from my vantage point and saw a deep cleavage beneath her low-cut nightgown. Her sexy bra supported her full breasts, about two-thirds of which were exposed. Any man would have a normal physiological reaction in this situation, and I was no exception; I felt a stirring in my lower body.
Liping was already sitting next to me. She pulled me down to sit and started talking to me, but I couldn't hear what she said because I was already feeling lightheaded, fantasizing about being intimate with her.
She seemed to notice that I was acting a little "abnormal" and asked if I wasn't feeling well. I took the opportunity to say that my shoulders were a little sore and asked if she could massage them. Unexpectedly, she told me to take off my coat so she could massage me. I quickly took off my coat and sat on the sofa. Liping came behind me and began to massage my shoulders with both hands.
She did a very professional job; although my shoulders weren't actually sore, the massage felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes, enjoying Liping's massage. After massaging my shoulders, she suggested a full-body massage to relieve fatigue. I figured only an idiot would say no.
Perhaps promiscuous women are used to serving men, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. Liping told me to take off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. I wondered if she was deliberately teasing me, giving me an opportunity. But then I thought, maybe she really was just giving me a massage, nothing more, and it was just my impure thoughts. Anyway, whatever, I wouldn't lose out, so I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. Liping told me to lie face down on the sofa.
Luckily, I was lying like this; if I had been lying on my back, my penis might have been stimulated and sprang up, making a complete embarrassment.
She started massaging my back; it seemed she really knew massage, not just messing around. Then she kneaded my hands, my knuckles cracking. Because I was carrying her on my back, I couldn't see her figure, and without visual stimulation, my distracting thoughts gradually subsided, and my little brother obediently stopped getting hard.
After a few minutes, Liping told me to turn over, and I did as she said. I saw her devilish figure again; she was leaning over, massaging my chest with both hands, her full, fleshy breasts swaying in front of me, as if about to burst out of her bra. As she kept swaying her body, she generated heat, and a fragrant aroma wafted over. I couldn't resist any longer; my lower body reacted strongly, and my little brother involuntarily rose.
Liping's alluring breasts were less than a foot from my eyes, most of them exposed, and I could clearly see her deep cleavage. I finally couldn't bear it any longer, so I reached out and grabbed Liping's waist, pulling her down and forcibly kissing her.
She struggled slightly, then fell into my arms. I put my tongue into her mouth, and our tongues met. Liping closed her eyes, not daring to look at me. Her large breasts were now pressed against my chest, pressed tightly against me. It was wonderful; her firm, elastic breasts, warm against my chest, massaged me with each rise and fall.
Liping lay on top of me, her soft, boneless body pressing against me, making me feel like I'd eaten a divine fruit, every pore on my body opening up.
I removed her robe and then lifted her light pink bra, revealing a pair of firm breasts, easily thirty-six inches in size. Her large breasts pressed against my head, burying my face in her cleavage. I stuck out my tongue and licked, tracing the cleavage upwards to her nipples. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard. Liping trembled all over, moaning. Peach's nipple was hard and swollen from my licking, and I then rubbed her other nipple with my hand. Liping's large breasts were white and smooth, and the more I rubbed, the more vigorous I became. She twisted her waist violently, her cries growing louder and louder.
I reached between her legs, and her vulva was already soaked. Her thin, colorful cotton panties were completely wet. I rolled her panties up like an elastic band, revealing her thick, dark triangle to me. Liping didn't have much pubic hair, but a large amount covered her alluring vulva. I needed to part the wet pubic hair to find the entrance.
At this point, I changed positions, playing a 69 position with Liping. Liping took my penis and played with it, then put it in her mouth, licking it. Her small mouth swallowed and released my penis, her tongue teasing the tip, making me feel tingly and itchy, with an urge to ejaculate.
I wasn't to be outdone, bringing my head close to her vulva, stretching my tongue to tease her alluring opening, touching her sensitive spots, causing her to gush again. My tongue was exceptionally long, able to penetrate deep into Liping's narrow opening, and her flowing fluids covered my face. Her vulva had a peculiar scent, but it was an exciting one, not at all unpleasant to me.
Liping had swallowed most of my penis, it was already reaching her throat. If I let her keep it in, I was afraid I'd ejaculate inside her mouth. So I pulled my penis out of her mouth, told her to lie face down on the sofa, her buttocks raised high, so I could enter her from behind. Liping obediently lay on the sofa like a dog, and I aimed at her slightly parted labia, slowly inserting my thick penis. Her vagina was extremely tight, gripping me so comfortably, my entire length inside her. Holding her large breasts in my hands, I felt incredibly satisfied; her vaginal fluids flowed freely with each thrust. With each thrust, I reached her cervix, making her cry out in pleasure.
I charged in, thrusting seventy or eighty times, and Liping reached orgasm. Her cheeks flushed, her whole body convulsed, her hands flailing wildly, letting out a cry of "Ah!" Still not satisfied, I gripped her large breasts in my hands and continued my vigorous thrusting, pushing dozens more times until she was completely absorbed and satisfied, at which point I ejaculated without restraint. But then I remembered she wasn't my wife, so I withdrew my penis and ejaculated onto her body.
Liping's burning desire came and went quickly; she had reached orgasm before I had even exerted myself fully. But the real show was yet to come. Her first orgasm was just a warm-up; after catching her breath, she went to the bathroom to shower, then came out naked and teased me again. She even told me I could ejaculate inside her, even in her mouth. Faced with such a beautiful and understanding woman, I was willing to give my all, even unto death, to make her absolutely satisfied.
However, male and female physiological functions are always different. She quickly regained her strength, while my penis was still in a semi-erect state and needed stimulation. Liping immediately helped me. She held my penis and rubbed it with both hands like she was starting a fire. The heat from her palms transferred to my penis, making me react. My penis gradually rose from a vertical angle, finally pointing upwards, and the hardness was about 80-90%. Liping told me to spread my legs and straddle her, then place my penis on her two bamboo shoot-like breasts. My penis was pressed against her cleavage, like a sausage sandwiched in a hot dog. This double-breast clamping technique wouldn't be very satisfying if the breasts weren't big enough. But Liping's big breasts could easily envelop my penis. My penis was clamped by her breasts. Since the cleavage doesn't secrete any honey-like fluid like a vagina to lubricate the penis and help with propulsion, it was more difficult for the penis to move when it was clamped.
I asked Liping to add some lubricant to my penis, and she understood. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked my penis. She licked from the base of my penis upwards, making it very wet, with saliva flowing down from the tip to the two small testicles at the base. I then placed my penis back into Liping's cleavage, and she used both hands to push her two breasts together, clamping my wet penis between them, allowing me to move it freely. My
penis grew harder and harder under the clamping of Liping's breasts, almost reaching its full potential. I lifted Liping's legs, spread her legs apart, and placed them on my shoulders. I parted her thick pubic hair, aimed at her slightly parted labia, and thrust in. Liping let out a joyful moan; she was filled once again. My fully inserted penis pressed against her cervix. She clenched her fists tightly, moaning softly. I thrust forcefully a dozen times. Liping's head swayed back and forth, her mouth wide open. Perhaps she thought that the wider her mouth opened, the wider her vagina would open, fully accommodating my penis. She desperately arched her hips to meet my thrusts. Her vaginal fluids reduced friction, allowing me to thrust even more vigorously. This time, I thrust over a hundred times, but she still hadn't reached orgasm. I had to be patient; I couldn't ejaculate before she reached her climax, or it would be embarrassing. I changed the angle of my thrusts, making her bend over and thrust her vaginal opening, allowing me to penetrate even deeper. With each thrust, Liping cried out. After twenty or thirty more thrusts, Liping was completely entranced, as if in a frenzy, begging me to stop. But I ignored her and continued my frenzied thrusting. Liping's body convulsed, her face contorted in agony. Her vagina clenched tightly around my penis as if the world were collapsing, releasing her semen before she fainted.
I was almost there too, but I didn't want to ejaculate while she was unconscious. So I thrust a few more times, playing with her until she was nearly dead, before finally ejaculating inside her, a powerful stream of semen spraying into her uterus. In that blissful moment, Liping's snow-white limbs clung to me like an octopus.
Liping was indeed remarkable; she experienced multiple orgasms and still wanted more. So I risked everything to keep her company, going at it one more time, making it three times in total before Liping finally let me go. On the third time, I was particularly persistent, bringing Liping to multiple orgasms while still maintaining a firm erection. I jokingly told her she'd gotten herself into trouble this time, making her relentlessly pursue me, and asked how she would handle the situation. Unexpectedly, Liping remained calm and composed, taking my penis into her cherry-like mouth and launching a verbal assault, easily defeating me with her passionate tongue, leaving her mouth full of semen. I never imagined Liping's sex drive was so strong; I wondered if I could handle it. Having
an affair with Liping made me feel guilty, after all, we were still friends, but regardless, I was still the one in the wrong. If I continued to see her, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself and would sleep with her again. To avoid making another mistake, I had to avoid her.
She asked if I was afraid others would find out, and I readily admitted it. But Liping said something that startled me. She smiled slightly and said she wasn't afraid her husband would find out.
Her husband knew I slept with Liping, so why was he so nonchalant? I was completely baffled; what was going on?
Liping seemed to sense my confusion as well. She explained the reason, and I suddenly understood—no wonder her husband didn't blame me. My husband and Liping's open-mindedness was beyond my expectations. Liping has a strong sex drive, as I experienced firsthand during our encounter that night. My husband, however, has been experiencing some health issues lately and hasn't been able to satisfy Liping's needs. He doesn't want her to suffer from sexual turmoil and sleepless nights, but he's hesitant to let her find other men, fearing potential trouble
. Since I'm a trusted friend, I became his substitute to satisfy Liping's needs. When Liping mentioned it, I realized why her husband hadn't been going out with me as often lately. There was another reason; the truth was now clear.
But thinking about it, it didn't matter! It was a win-win situation. Liping no longer had to pay for male prostitutes, and I didn't have to spend money on women. Since my husband had given Liping permission to sleep with me, I no longer needed to be secretive; I could openly have a friendly fling with her, helping my friend at the same time—a win-win situation.
That night, I invited Liping to her office, ready for a few rounds of passion. She arrived right on time, and surprisingly, she came with her husband, which surprised me. I wondered if her husband had regained his strength and didn't need me as a substitute, so he and Liping came up to thank me. I entered the room and saw Liping already lying on the bed. She was only wearing a light yellow lace bra, her plump, round arms and slender hands bare. She was only wearing light yellow mini panties, revealing her two fair, delicate legs and a pair of exquisite feet. As soon as she saw me
, she waved for me to come over. Seeing Liping's alluring demeanor, I was already captivated. I pounced on her and gave her a passionate kiss. Her tongue, like a small snake, darted into my mouth, intertwining with mine, exchanging saliva. Before I could take any further action, Liping preemptively unzipped my trousers, reached into my underwear, and searched for what she wanted. She held my penis and stroked it, and my little brother quickly became erect and eager to try.
At this moment, her husband walked into the room and saw Liping and me warming up. He watched from the sidelines for about three or four minutes, then he also took off his clothes, walked over to Liping, and asked her to give him oral sex.
I buried my head between Liping's legs and kissed her bulge through her thin panties. Since Liping's mouth was free anyway, she naturally wouldn't refuse since her husband wanted to join in. Liping took his penis and brought it to her mouth, opened her small mouth, and put a small part of it in her mouth. Her husband's penis was limp and lifeless. Liping was very patient, massaging her husband with her mouth, her tongue tracing the cleft of his penis.
Liping's upper body was enjoyed by her husband, while I focused on her lower body. I kissed Liping a few times through her panties, and Liping's vulva was stimulated and began to flow with nectar. The honey-like fluid soaked through her small panties, revealing large patches of black pubic hair. I pulled off the barrier, revealing Liping's vulva, which resembled a large beard covering her opening. I parted the pubic hair with my tongue and kissed her lovely labia, gently chewing on them. She let out a low moan, her mouth still holding her husband's penis. Despite her sucking and blowing, it didn't seem to be getting much better. Meanwhile, her husband was kneading Liping's large breasts with his hands and rubbing her nipples with his fingers. Liping
was being sexually stimulated from both ends, her waist twisting violently, her hips arching high, signaling me to intensify the contact. I slipped my tongue into her vagina, touching her sensitive spot, and her nectar flowed out again.
Her husband was truly unhelpful; his penis remained only semi-erect. Liping was simultaneously dealing with both her husband and me on the bed, but her attention was focused on me. She knew that she couldn't expect much from her husband in the short term and couldn't hope for a good performance from him. Unlike me, she had sparred with me many times and knew my strength. Her upper mouth held her husband's soft whip, while her lower mouth was aroused by my tongue. I wanted to conserve my strength, to bring Liping to her first orgasm with just my tongue, so I could have one less time. Her husband rubbed Liping's nipples, the more he rubbed, the more vigorous he became. Liping's two light pink nipples were visibly swollen and erect, and she was writhing violently.
Liping's juices flowed freely, staining my cheeks. Her husband's soft whip was in Liping's mouth, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't revive him; her husband's penis remained unresponsive. I licked her vulva, my long tongue probing and teasing the sensitive granules inside. With each tease, her body convulsed, experiencing her first orgasm. When Liping reached her climax, her husband's penis was still in her mouth. She involuntarily closed her lips tightly, and her husband's penis was bitten by her, causing him to jump up in pain.
Once Liping relaxed, her husband withdrew his penis and saw clearly visible teeth marks on it; Liping had indeed bitten him. Liping apologized to her husband, begging for his forgiveness. He didn't blame her, acknowledging his own weakness and urging her to be a proper man.
I told Liping to shower and rest before continuing. After Liping went into the bathroom, I suggested her husband try mounting her later, saying he might succeed. He looked hesitant, still lacking confidence, afraid of running out of steam at the last minute. I encouraged him not to give up, assuring him I could help even if he ran out of stamina, and told him
to do his best. He hesitated, afraid of hurting his pride again, but also itching to try. Then he pulled something from his briefcase, shaped like a large test tube. He told me it was a recently purchased aphrodisiac; the seller said it could restore his virility.
I had heard of such things, but had never seen one before. Her husband said he'd tried it once and it worked well, so he wanted to try it a few more times. If it didn't work, he'd take over, so Liping wouldn't have to grit her teeth.
Since they'd already bought it, there was no harm in trying. Liping came out of the bathroom, and her husband asked her to help him use the device to make his penis bigger and harder, while he would give her oral sex.
Liping readily agreed, and I sat watching, sincerely wishing him success. After her husband instructed Liping on how to use the device, the two of them did the 69 position, each doing their own thing. Her husband buried his face between Liping's legs, licking her labia with his tongue. Liping used the large tube to stimulate her husband's limp penis, moaning softly as he licked it, still working on his penis.
I saw that her husband's penis seemed to be improving slightly, starting to swell and slightly lift its head. Liping also showed a joyful expression. After a round of effort, her husband was finally able to stand up. His penis was six or seven inches long, very thick, and quite imposing when erect. At this moment, Liping was already aroused, and it was time for her husband's big penis to enter her.

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