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Through a headhunting firm, I landed a job at a medium-to-large company in the Science Park, responsible for maintaining the company platform. The work was relatively easy, though the income was a bit average.
My impression of working in the Science Park was that it was incredibly crowded. During rush hour, the roads were packed with cars, and the sidewalks were filled with hurried commuters. While the office ladies (OLs) were certainly attractive, it was mostly a place you could eat but not really meet. Of course, unlike my first company, there wasn't an illegally constructed gym.
However, one advantage of working for a large company was the good benefits. To show consideration and encouragement, the company offered a fitness allowance, allowing employees to join external gyms after work and on weekends. For someone like me who's addicted to fitness, this was a real boon.
Therefore, I chose a branch of a large chain gym in Taiwan. There were convenient buses from the company to the gym, and vice versa. After work, I'd grab a snack before heading to the gym; life was simple and fulfilling.
The advantage of a large gym is its abundant facilities. The one I chose occupies nearly 100 square meters on one floor, and it's fully equipped with all kinds of exercise equipment. There are 20-30 treadmills lined up in a row, not to mention various other exercise machines, spa rooms, and showers. The sheer number of classes is dazzling, far surpassing the small gym at my previous company.
Speaking of classes, I feel the dedication to teaching at this large gym is remarkable. From early morning until late at night, every classroom is almost always full, and even on weekends, you can still see people taking classes in the dance studio. I only recently learned that there are different types of yoga, and different aerobic exercises require different equipment. It's like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden—everything is so new and exciting.
The gym is located in a busy building in a bustling area, occupying three floors.
The third floor houses the administrative center and general fitness facilities, such as treadmills and weight training machines. To create an impressive effect, two rows of treadmills faced the street, their lights illuminating the members running. From across the street, it was an invisible advertisement; one had to admire the manufacturer's ingenuity.
But what was even more exciting was the fourth floor. The fourth floor housed all the classrooms and indoor exercise areas, such as table tennis and cricket. Several classrooms also faced the street, and the fitness center deliberately arranged women's aerobics in the evenings. A bunch of women in tight-fitting workout clothes, doing leg raises or hip twists facing the street, not only would a bunch of perverts from the fitness center gather outside the classrooms shouting, but pedestrians across the street would often look up and bump into trees in the funny way.
What was infuriating was that the fourth floor was really too high, and with the help of the dark glass, the glimpses of those figures only fueled the urge to peek. It was in a state of lustful madness that I went to the fitness center. I encountered two more saleswomen, dressed provocatively and charmingly, whose cleavage I could only gaze upon. Then, inexplicably, I signed a contract and became a member. Thankfully, the facilities were quite satisfactory, otherwise, I would have truly lost out.
The fifth floor houses the spa, hydrotherapy area, swimming pool, and showers. There's also a private room where members can watch TV, chat, and exchange fitness tips. Here, you often see many female members drying their hair with large towels after a shower, their bodies fragrant and alluring – quite a
sight to behold. I met Sister Ling in that small room. She's three or four years older than me, and she came to the gym mainly to learn Middle Eastern belly dancing. Belly dancing isn't the kind of vulgar entertainment performed on variety shows. Real belly dancing is an extremely difficult sport, requiring perfect coordination of every part of the body, from head, shoulders, neck, chest, and abdomen to the feet. Belly dancing provides dancers with a substantial workout.
However, for the lecherous men outside the classroom, belly dancing is actually synonymous with sexiness, seduction, and even pornography. Imagine, each female student wearing a tight-fitting tank top, loose-fitting harem pants, and a sequined belt around her waist.
As they sway their bodies, their fair bellies begin to twist to the music. Although the pants are loose, their buttocks, barely concealed, sway in front of their eyes. The reflections of the jewelry on the faces of the lecherous men are undoubtedly the ultimate visual provocation. No wonder belly dancing in Egypt is a dance performed in sleazy bars to entertain men.
Sister Ling is an elementary school music teacher, the only daughter of a family of doctors. Unfortunately, she is only interested in music and did not pursue a career in medicine. Twice a week, she comes to learn belly dancing after school. Besides maintaining a beautiful figure, it may also contribute to a fulfilling sex life with her fiancé in the future.
The future! That's right. Because Ling's fiancé is a Christian, he strictly adheres to the doctrine of no premarital sex, so they hadn't had sex yet.
Hearing Ling say this, I really felt sorry for her not having a sex life with her fiancé during their courtship. A woman as beautiful as Ling should be the typical wife in every man's eyes—capable in public, in the kitchen, and in bed. I really admired Ling's fiancé for being able to resist breaking his vow.
Ling's skin is fair, completely different from Xiaoqi's (my ex-girlfriend). If Xiaoqi is a vibrant roadside wildflower, Ling is an orchid nurtured in a greenhouse.
Ling's bust is very full; I think it's only a B cup, but everything else is astonishing. At 165cm tall, with slender limbs and a tiny 24-inch waist from belly dancing, and a flawless white abdomen, she's practically a star student in belly dancing classes.
Furthermore, Sister Ling has a delicate oval face and slightly upturned eyes—I don't know if it's what people call fox-like eyes—but overall she has a very elegant air. Whether her hair is styled up, in a ponytail, or down, she looks beautiful, with her slightly golden, shiny straight hair. No wonder, even though she has a fiancé, she still has many suitors hoping to win her heart.
However, Sister Ling is quite frugal. She takes the same bus home as me, only she gets off a few stops earlier, and our arrival times are very close. After riding the same bus with her a few times, I noticed this outstanding beauty. Later, we got to know each other while chatting in the lounge. Sister Ling is very down-to-earth and doesn't have any grand ambitions; she just wants to immigrate to the United States with her fiancé, be a good wife and mother, and live a simple life.
We got along very well, and after becoming familiar, sometimes I would accompany her to the same stop, walk her to her door, and then walk home myself; sometimes she would invite me in for a drink. Actually, I didn't have any illusions about her at first. After all, she had a fiancé. I treated her like an older sister, with a hint of respect and affection. She took me in as her godbrother and treated me like a real brother, until that day…
That day, I arrived at the gym on time. After changing, I went downstairs and glanced at the belly dance studio, but didn't see Sister Ling. She was usually very punctual; I didn't know why she wasn't there that day.
I saw her in the lounge after I finished my workout and showered. Her eyes were a little swollen, and she looked completely listless.
When she saw me, she didn't say much, only asking me to accompany her home. Of course, I was more than happy to spend more time with this beauty, but I still didn't know what had wronged Sister Ling. When we got to her house, she took out a can of strong liquor, downed a glass in one gulp, and then burst into tears, telling me about her grievances that day.
It turned out that the school's academic affairs director had used the pretext of discussing official business to grope her. Unfortunately, due to the protection of officials, the principal only wanted to keep quiet and suppress the matter. It just so happened that Ling's fiancé was away on a business trip abroad, and due to the time difference, they couldn't contact him immediately.
Ling felt wronged, but it wasn't convenient for her to confide in her colleagues at school, so she could only cry in secret. It wasn't until she met me that she poured out her heart and cried loudly.
While drinking with her and admiring her charmingly drunken state, I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my heart. But Ling trusted me so much, confiding in me like this; if I were to harbor any impure thoughts, I would be a beast.
I can hold my liquor fairly well, but Sister Ling can't. After a few shots of strong liquor, she started rambling incoherently. She criticized the chaos in politics on one hand and the darkness of the education system on the other, and before she knew it, she was talking about me.
"Ah Wei... why are all men so lecherous... they all want to touch and hug me indiscriminately..."
"Am I that charming, Ah Wei...?"
At that moment, if I said no, I would definitely offend her; if I said yes, I was afraid she would misunderstand. I was extremely embarrassed, so I simply kept quiet and drank in silence.
Seeing that I didn't answer, Sister Ling started sobbing again, saying that I thought she wasn't pretty, that I thought she was too old, and that her fiancé didn't want her anymore.
"That's not true, Sister Ling. In my heart, you're like a goddess, the epitome of womanhood!" I was also a little drunk, and with the alcohol taking effect, the admiration I usually kept in my heart was so easily spoken out.
"Okay... let me lean on your shoulder for a bit..." She then pounced on me, leaning against my shoulder quietly, the only sound being the twitching of her nose.
Ling's soft body pressed against me,
her soft breasts, the warm touch driving my body's instinctive reaction. Although the alcohol had slowed my physical reactions, my lower body reacted instantly; blood rushed to my lower body, and my hot penis, through my casual pants, pressed precisely against Ling's inner thigh.
Ling chuckled slightly, a little silly, "You... you're naughty... let your older sister... punish you... hehe..."
With that, Ling slid off the sofa, pulled down my pants, and took my glans into her mouth. My body was pulled down, leaving only my upper body still on the sofa. At that moment, my mind was completely blank, my whole body stiff, completely at Ling's mercy.
When she took my glans in her mouth, I felt myself entering her wet and soft cave.
Her fiery red lips tightly enveloped the glans, her tongue deftly licking the frenulum, foreskin, and the lower edge of the glans. The intense stimulation made my penis, already intoxicated and not yet fully aroused, even harder.
"Slurp..."
Finally, Sister Ling's mouth temporarily left, a glistening strand of saliva trailing from the corner of her lips—perhaps mixed with the pre-ejaculate dripping from my urethra? Sister Ling's fox-like eyes gazed intently at my face, but I humbly turned my head away, not daring to look at her. But my saliva-covered glans, the
urethral opening, glared angrily at Sister Ling's small mouth, as if challenging her to a fight. Once again, Sister Ling swallowed my entire penis, the folds of her throat creating a wondrous sensation as they touched the glans. When she sucked hard, her soft tongue clung perfectly to my penis, leaving no gaps.
Then she slowly began to suck and swallow, constantly changing the angle. As the glans touched different surfaces in her mouth, she made sounds like "mmm...slurp...shh..." Although I didn't want to see, the sound alone was enough to create a vivid image.
Besides this, she also played with my scrotum and teased my anus. I never knew I was so sensitive; when her fingernails brushed against me, a tingling sensation coursed through my lower body. The unbearable discomfort of having my "handle" in her mouth, making it difficult to move, made it hard to breathe.
About ten minutes later, the combined physical and psychological stimulation, layer upon layer, made me feel like I was about to cum. I struggled to sit up, trying to push Ling-jie's shoulder to stop me from ejaculating in her mouth.
"Sister...I...I can't take it anymore..."
Unexpectedly, Ling-jie stubbornly increased the force and speed of her sucking, showing no intention of letting go. Only when my penis began to tremble strangely did she release it, her nimble tongue extending to support my glans, and thick, sticky semen continued to shoot out. The penis trembled violently, so most of the semen that spurted out actually landed on Sister Ling's face or body.
"Tsk...so thick and fishy!" She actually swallowed half a mouthful of semen, then licked the remaining semen from her lips with her tongue, looking so alluring. How could anyone resist?
Sister Ling pulled me up and leaned in for a French kiss, returning every drop that splattered on my face. Her faint fragrance, her soft lips and tongue, our bodies intertwined, saliva constantly exchanging. My hot penis pressed against her lower body, our hands exploring each other's bodies. After
a long while, we finally separated. Sister Ling looked down at my lower body and laughed, "Hehe...I thought you...were not that great, but you're hard again..."
"Come on...this time I'll make you feel even better..." she said, pulling off her long skirt and lace panties, her hot body pressing against me again. At that moment, my mind was no longer blank. I want to give her the most pleasure from me, I want to please her!
"Take me...into the room..." Sister Ling pointed to her bedroom, but I didn't think so. I wanted her to scream her lungs out, and the most suitable place would be her music room. With good soundproofing, I could make her scream and wail inside, and no one outside would hear a sound!
"Okay...but I'll take you in my way..." Saying that, I picked up Sister Ling's light body. "
Hold on tight..." My thick penis faced her beautiful petals, I didn't want to force it and hurt Sister Ling. Sitting on the sofa, I wanted to slowly plow her in, even though the amount of honey was plentiful, it wasn't so easy for her to immediately accept my penis.
I first used the head of my penis to gently tease the beginning of her honey passage, so that the head of my penis, which was already full of saliva, was covered with the nectar that was about to drip out. I gently pushed against the tight petals, the two fleshy lips pressed against the head of my penis, as if ready for the entry of the foreign object.
Finally, the head of my penis finally pushed into the honey passage. I gently swayed my hips, letting her vaginal canal adjust to the thickness. Slowly, I tested Ling's patience. Gradually, heat began to rise from the base of her vagina, indicating her beautiful body was showing its welcoming intent.
I pulled Ling's body down, then thrust my hips upward, squeezing out nectar and air with a "plop, plop" sound, signifying that our union was approaching 100%. Ling gasped for breath, her fingernails leaving deep claw marks and scratches on my shoulders and back.
Finally, as I thrust all the way in, we both exhaled simultaneously. Ling, like an octopus, wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and her head on my shoulder. I grasped her plump buttocks with both hands, stood up from the sofa, and Ling leaned against me, the area most heavily supported by our intimate union.
Fortunately, I regularly run, so my waist and legs are strong enough that supporting a woman is no problem at all. The most alluring aspect of the train bento position was the intimate union of two people, yet in such a shameful way.
"How about you twist your waist a little?" I asked, but Sister Ling shook her head.
"Then... I'll do it my turn..." I took small steps towards the music room. With each step, my penis would slip out, and when I stepped down, I would deliberately thrust it in hard. After only a few steps, her juices were flowing down my scrotum, dripping all over my feet. My hands couldn't be idle either, kneading vigorously, fully enjoying the elastic feel.

I don't know if it was from belly dancing training or Sister Ling's natural allure, but the tender flesh of her vagina, from the vaginal opening to the cervix, felt like it had layers of rubber bands wrapping around the intruder, warm and comfortable, causing no discomfort at all. When I withdrew, the ridges of my glans scraped against the tender flesh, making her keep shouting for me to go slower.
At the door of the music room, she suddenly hugged me tightly, biting my shoulder hard. Her vagina contracted rhythmically from the bottom out, gripping my penis tightly as if trying to suck it in. I think this must have been a mini-orgasm. I leaned against the music room door, and we both rested for a bit.
After the climax subsided, she realized she was in the music room. Just as she was about to protest, I had already pried her hands and feet apart and placed her in front of the piano. I quite like the rear-entry position, similar to doggy style. Firstly, it prevents the woman from seeing my movements, creating a sense of fear of the unknown and making her more physically sensitive; secondly, it's a visual treat, allowing her to clearly see my buttocks and the penetration from behind.
"Oh...is it coming again...ah..." She hadn't yet grasped the third benefit of this position: when the man is in peak condition, combined with the right physique and angle, each penetration often gives a petite woman the feeling of being lifted up. Xiaoqi, who had experienced this wonderful sensation, said it felt like being penetrated to the point of flying.
Before she could finish speaking, I began my service with great effort, and Sister Ling was interrupted by my sudden start.
"So good... Sister Ling's pussy... and your little mouth... both suck in semen..."
"Little Wei... so capable... so good... all the way in..." Sister Ling's hands, which I had been resting on the piano, were now resting on the keys under the intense thrusting, her elbows pressing out random, out-of-tune notes, her music teacher skills completely gone. The
air conditioning wasn't on when we came in, and the stagnant music room was incredibly stuffy, filled with the mixed smells of sweat, vaginal fluid, and the wooden partitions.
Sister Ling didn't want to have sex in this environment, so she could only beg loudly for me to take her out.
"I can't take it anymore... I'm dying... Brother... Wei... slower... ah..."
"Call me brother, big-dicked brother..." I teased her deliberately, to see if she would say it aloud.
"Brother... big-dicked brother... spare me... to the bedroom, not here... ah..." Hearing that we were going to the bedroom, I suddenly sped up, making my final thrust. Although we had been drinking and had already ejaculated once, we were both pretty close to our limits.
I couldn't bear to see Sister Ling drenched in sweat, so I decided to push myself and finish again in the music room.
"I'm going to die...it's coming...it's all the way in...no...no...good brother, big-dicked husband...don't ejaculate inside...oh..." Sister Ling was so hot she was babbling incoherently, starting to moan loudly. I heard words she would never normally say.
"Ah..." she cried out, and that alluring contraction came again. But this time, it was accompanied by her entire abdomen and waist twisting and shaking rapidly. If I could see her from the front, it would probably look like she was belly dancing. The powerful contractions of her vagina made my penis feel like it was about to be crushed. The most terrifying thing was that cry. Luckily, I had lied to her that we were doing it in the music room, otherwise the neighbors might have come over and thought something was wrong.
Then, hot, sticky vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her uterus, and Sister Ling came. She was completely weak, and I was covered in sweat. I quickly pulled out and masturbated again until I reached orgasm. The numbness was even stronger, starting from my tailbone, but this time it spread throughout my entire back and then filled my head. It wasn't just a rapid upward thrust from my spine.
Powerful ejaculation sprayed onto Sister Ling's beautiful back and buttocks at least four or five times. One stream even hit the piano stand. I watched as the unknown viscous fluid, mixed with sweat and semen, slowly slid down Sister Ling's nearly exhausted back. I felt a mix of joy and fear.
"Don't worry, Sister Ling doesn't blame you. I was wrong first." She said that the next morning, but after that month, I never saw her belly dancing at the dance studio again. The number of perverts surrounding the studio had noticeably decreased by half.
I heard that she got married a few months later and then immigrated to the United States with her husband. Later, through connections, she introduced me to a girl who looked somewhat like her. However, this one-night stand left a real and lasting impression on me, one that even a girlfriend could not replace.

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