American experience

Hello, it's been several days since I returned to China. I've finally finished dealing with things at the shop, and I have some time to talk about my experiences in the US. It's a bit long, so please be patient while you read on, thank you!

Today, I went with my husband to visit one of his cousins in the US. This cousin immigrated to the US when he was very young, so he's practically a native-born American. His wife is also Chinese, and they have a daughter who's probably about five years younger than me.

My husband told me that this cousin is the editor-in-chief of a magazine, so his income is quite substantial. When we arrived at his house, it confirmed my suspicions even more; his house is indeed very large, considered a wealthy person's house in this part of the US.

My husband's cousin was incredibly welcoming, excitedly inviting us inside. He even thoughtfully brought me a pair of slippers, as I was wearing high heels that day, and slippers are definitely more comfortable if you can wear them. My husband and his cousin hadn't seen each other in a long time, so they had a lot to talk about. I took the opportunity to look around and noticed that his house was tastefully decorated. The exterior was European-style, while the interior was traditionally Chinese, with gardens, antique decorations, and art canvases. This must be the unique taste and artistic sensibility of an editor-in-chief!

A little while later, his wife came out of the kitchen, bringing some pastries and black tea for us to try. Looking closely, I realized she was truly elegant, refined, and virtuous. Although she was older, she had the air of a well-bred young lady, clearly someone who had come from a respectable family.

My husband's cousin is incredibly lucky to have married such a woman. Then we heard a girl's voice coming from the second floor—yes, it was his daughter, Tongtong, limping down the stairs.

Since he's lived in the US for decades, he mostly speaks English. Luckily, my English is pretty good, so there was no pressure. However, I'll roughly translate the conversation into Chinese here for easier understanding. "

Cousin, you're here! It feels like ages! You look even more handsome!" Tongtong's first greeting to my husband was this. From what I observed, Tongtong is around 20 years old, about my height (around 170cm), with fair, rosy skin that exudes a fresh, youthful charm. She's also quite sweet-looking, clearly inheriting her mother's good genes. Upon

seeing me, Tongtong exclaimed, "This must be my cousin's wife! Wow, she's so beautiful! Cousin, you're so lucky to have such a beautiful wife!" I greeted Tongtong warmly in return.

"Okay, Tongtong, be polite. Girls should be more reserved. Sit down quickly, or you'll hurt your foot and worsen the injury," her cousin's wife was lecturing Tongtong. She was indeed a well-mannered and virtuous wife and mother.

Tongtong limped to the sofa and said to her father, "Dad, I'm okay with the photoshoot in two days. My foot should be better." Before her cousin could speak, she asked Tongtong what happened to her foot and why it was bandaged.

Her cousin said, "This girl, she looks like a girl, but she's a boy at heart. She's always playing around. The other day she was even trying to skateboard, and look what happened! Her ankle is swollen like a pig's trotter. The doctor said it will take at least a week to heal. If she gets injured again, the consequences will be serious. So, you don't need to participate in the photoshoot the day after tomorrow." "

Oh, why is that, Dad? I'm the one who participates every year. Besides, my foot doesn't hurt much now, it should be fine."

At this point, her cousin's wife said, "Tongtong, listen to your father. How have I always taught you?"

My husband and I exchanged bewildered glances, completely clueless. My uncle, noticing our confusion, chuckled and explained, "Well, next month is our magazine's anniversary. As is customary, we do a photoshoot every year to celebrate and kick off the next quarter. Tongtong is our go-to model every year, and this year was no exception. However, she injured her foot and probably won't be able to participate. We're currently short a female model."

Hearing this, my husband and I roughly understood the situation. My husband asked my uncle, "Even though my cousin can't participate, your magazine must have other female models, right? Why not use them?"

My uncle said helplessly, "This year's anniversary celebration is a bit special. The company's boss mentioned a theme of 'Asian-European integration,' meaning the female models must be Asian women. Our company is full of Western women, and hiring outside doesn't match their schedules. The shoot starts the day after tomorrow, and we've already booked the venue and studio, but then this little accident happened."

Tongtong interrupted, "So, Dad, I'm fine, but I'm not! Your foot is too big for the shoot. Are you going to keep wrapping your foot up?"

At this point, my uncle lowered his head and remained silent. Suddenly, an awkward atmosphere filled the living room. Suddenly, my uncle looked at us excitedly and said, "I have an idea, I don't know if you'll like it."

My husband and I were both full of questions. My uncle continued, "Good luck comes naturally, what seems far away is right here. Tingting, maybe you can help me. Could you be our model this time?"

Faced with my uncle's sudden invitation, I could only stare blankly at him, because I'm not a professional model, and I didn't want to be a hindrance.

I know I'm being a bit abrupt, but I think Ting'er is perfect for being our model. Her figure and temperament are even better than our Tongtong's. Most importantly, I'm drawn to your feet with their red nail polish; it's perfect for our theme.

Ah, I subconsciously looked at my feet. I wear red nail polish all the time, so why doesn't anyone ever say it looks good? Today, a literary editor actually said it was beautiful! So, Ting'er, could you do your uncle a favor? Honestly, I'm really worried about this right now.

I quickly said, "Uncle, I've never modeled for this kind of photography before. I'm afraid my lack of experience will be a burden."

That's really what I thought at the time, because I was afraid of troubling them, since they're professionals. I'd only modeled clothes for a friend's Taobao store once before, but that was just a casual, playful experience. This is different; it's for a magazine shoot. Besides, it depends on whether my husband agrees.

Seeing my hesitation, my uncle started trying to persuade my husband. My husband was also caught in a dilemma. Finally, he said we'd have a day to go back and discuss it. We had dinner and then went home that evening.

At home, my husband and I were talking about modeling. He basically agreed with me, but he felt it necessary to explain to me that his uncle's magazine mainly produces adult magazines, so the themes might be a bit explicit. Although this magazine isn't very famous in the US, it's just a small magazine company, not very big. So, to make this clear—

at this point, I interrupted my husband and asked him to explain exactly what the limit of "explicit" was. After searching around the study, my husband finally pulled out a magazine and gave it to me, saying, "Look, this is our anniversary photo album from two years ago."

I flipped through a few pages randomly. The beginnings were all casual photos in various settings, both indoors and outdoors. The female lead was indeed my uncle's daughter, Tongtong. It seems she really enjoys modeling. As I flipped further, I moved on to more sensual photos. Tongtong was seen posing in different swimsuits and bikinis. This time, there was even a handsome white male model. Further on, I even saw nude photos. Tongtong's figure was truly amazing. Although she was completely nude, she didn't expose her private parts, only her breasts and pubic hair. I was deeply attracted by Tongtong's beautiful photos. Then I saw the nude photos of the handsome white man I had just seen. Wow, it was the first time I had ever seen nude photos of a foreigner. Besides his great figure, his penis was incredibly large. I was completely absorbed in the photos, thinking that it would be nice to take a set of photos of myself to remember the occasion.

Then my husband woke me up and asked what I thought. I immediately questioned him, "So you've been hiding your cousin's nude photos to admire? Do you really like them?" My husband quickly said no, I was just joking. I think I'm okay with everything except nude photos, but I'm always a little shy about being completely nude.

Then my cousin called my husband again, still about this. My husband talked to him for a long time. Later, when my husband and I were in bed, we discussed it further. My husband remained neutral, saying it mainly depended on my opinion. I knew it was difficult for him, so I told him I'd agree, but he had to stay with me and watch over me, because I was a little scared.

My husband thanked me and promised to stay with me.

Time passed quickly, and today was the first day of the shoot. I had discussed the shoot in detail with my cousin and signed a contract, including the money. The shoot would last three days, all indoors. Female models could interact with male models, but male models couldn't touch female models. I knew this was my cousin's way of protecting me.

My uncle quickly led my husband and me into the photography studio. The set was beautifully decorated, featuring a kitchen and a small gym. My uncle said he wanted to give our romance a makeover, so he took us to the makeup room. After telling the stylist my requirements, he left, saying he'd handle the post-production editing. The stylist quickly started my makeover, while my husband sat and waited. The stylist said they first needed to grow my hair long, because my uncle believed that Eastern women should have long, flowing hair. Of course, I was thrilled to get my hair done for free! However, the process would probably take several hours, so I closed my eyes and rested while my husband worked on his company tasks.

Suddenly, three people entered. I opened my eyes and saw that two of them were the handsome white man that Tongtong and I had seen in the magazine last night, and the other was a tall, strong, and muscular young Black man, though his looks were just average. The white man was definitely more handsome.

Tongtong came over to chat with my husband and me when she saw us. It turned out that the handsome white guy was Tongtong's boyfriend. Seeing that handsome guy again reminded me of his nude photos and that huge penis, which made me a little embarrassed.

After some introductions, it turned out that my partners for this shoot were these two, a black and white duo. For convenience, I'll call the black guy Black-B and the white guy White-W. They are both professional models. B goes to the gym regularly to maintain his physique, which explains his strong build, while W has a handsome face to attract readers. They each have their own unique charm.

After chatting for a while, they went to get their makeup done. My shoot wasn't until the afternoon because I was still getting my hair done, so B and W went first in the morning. The theme was a gym shoot, all about exercise. B and W both changed into tight-fitting workout pants. I peeked at them and noticed their enormous penises were bulging. Are all foreigners' penises this big? It startled me a little.

Tongtong kept me company and chatted, so it wasn't too boring. My husband is a workaholic, so I didn't have to worry about him either. Tongtong shared her tips and tricks for taking photos, and occasionally mentioned her boyfriend. So, I curiously asked her a question: "Do you ever feel uncomfortable when you're making love?" Because I know that foreigners usually have large penises. Tongtong generously told me that it was a little uncomfortable at first, but you quickly get used to it and then you'll find it enjoyable. "It's a pity you have your cousin, otherwise..." she joked.

My styling was quickly finished, and the stylist added hair extensions, so I now have long hair. It took more than six hours in total. It was already evening, and it was my turn for the official photoshoot. The photographer called me into the kitchen to try out some random shots to see the effect. I looked at the rest area, and wow, everyone was looking at me! My husband, Tongtong, and even B and W! It made me so nervous. But with the guidance of the photographer and Tongtong, I successfully took all the photos. My first day of work was a complete success.

Later, our group went to dinner. B and W both came, and it was good for everyone to get to know each other better, since the swimsuit photoshoot was starting the next day.

The next morning, my husband and I arrived at the photographer's office early. Although the scenes were still the kitchen and gym, the theme was swimsuits. In the makeup room, the assistant gave me several swimsuits, saying I'd have to change into them. They were all rather sexy bikinis. Then B, W, and Tongtong arrived. I asked Tongtong if everyone was changing there, and she said yes. Then they pulled a thin membrane apart in the middle, separating the girls and boys. My husband and I stayed on one side, of course. Surprisingly, Tongtong went to the boys' side! It's understandable since W is her boyfriend, but B was changing there too, so everyone saw! It seems living in America for a long time has really opened her mind.

I quickly changed into a peach-pink bikini, it was so sexy, barely covering my private parts. I was worried my pubic hair might peek out, which would be embarrassing. I hugged my husband and said I was a little shy, and he told me not to be shy, that they were all professionals, and I should just focus on taking pictures.

Since my husband said so, I had no choice but to go for it. Today I started shooting first, I went into the kitchen alone, but it wasn't as proper as yesterday. The photographer had me pose in some provocative ways, like touching myself, licking a strawberry, etc. Although I didn't know how, Tongtong was there to teach me, so I managed to manage. I was really embarrassed to do these provocative poses in front of so many people, but I noticed that the photographer, lighting technician, and everyone else didn't react at all. Maybe it's because they're professionals here. Only my husband was in the rest area, but W and B weren't there. Tongtong said they were resting and waiting in the dressing room. I noticed that my husband seemed a little excited, probably because he had never seen his wife so sexy and alluring before, haha.

After finishing the bikini shoot, my assistant told me it was time to change into the next one, so I went into the dressing room to change by myself. Changing a swimsuit doesn't take much time, so I didn't need my husband and Tongtong to come with me.

I was holding the swimsuit in my hand, and it turned out to be a thong, and the fabric was very thin. Luckily, my diaphragm was still on. I quickly took off the bikini and put on the thong. Wow, it was so sexy! My whole butt was exposed, with only a thin line separating my cleft. My face instantly turned red. When I was putting on the top, I realized there were straps on the shoulders and back, and I couldn't tie them by myself. Just as I was wondering what to do, the diaphragm opened, and I saw B coming over. He saw my predicament and knew he wanted to help. I politely thanked him, and B helped me tie the straps. My feet turned even redder, and my heart was pounding. After he finished tying it, B looked at me and said, "This outfit really suits you; it's very beautiful." I thanked him again and rushed out. Even outside, my heart was still pounding.

My husband was shocked when he saw my outfit. How could his wife be so sexy and beautiful? My photos were taken quickly, and then it was time for mixed photos. B and W changed into their swim trunks, and oh my god, their huge monstrosities caught my eye again. Even through their pants, I could tell how big they were. Because the contract stipulated that the male models could not have any skin contact with me, the photographer asked me to take the initiative, like getting close to them or holding their hands. But I was very nervous at this time because I kept stealing glances at their monstrosities. The photographer noticed my unusual behavior and probably thought I was tired, so he told me to rest for ten minutes. I returned to my seat, and my husband rushed over and told me that headquarters was sending him to Brunei to handle some urgent matters. He was flying there that night and apologized to me.

I said, "Honey, what will I do without you?" He replied, "I've already told Tongtong she'll be with you for the next few days, don't worry. After your shoot, you can fly to Sabah first, and then I'll come find you." After some discussion, I finally let him go. He rushed off to prepare some documents, and Tongtong told me she also wanted to go to Sabah and could come with me.

We went back to the kitchen to take more photos. Whether it was because my husband wasn't there or I'd gotten used to it, I wasn't as awkward this time. I cooperated well and followed the photographer's instructions to complete the shoot. Soon, our task for the day was finished.

When I got home that night, I found my husband had already left. As I went to bed, my mind kept replaying the huge thing I'd seen on B and W earlier that day. I felt a constant itch, and I had a wicked thought about what it would feel like to be penetrated by something that big. Thinking about it made me wet, so I quickly wiped myself clean and went to sleep. Tomorrow is the last day, and the photographer said we'll be shooting nude photos again tomorrow—oh my god!

This morning, Tongtong and I arrived at the makeup room early. After the stylist finished my makeup, I got nervous again because we were about to have nude photos taken. I felt a little awkward being seen by so many people, both men and women. Tongtong noticed my nervousness and comforted me, saying my worries were unnecessary. She told me that if I focused on the shoot, I would ignore everyone else present, and that it was a professional team, to trust her.

I noticed B and W hadn't arrived yet, so I asked the assistant what was going on. The assistant said that they were shooting my photos first in the morning and would join me in the afternoon, so they didn't need to come in the morning. That was a good thing; at least I wouldn't be so nervous.

The shoot was about to begin, and my assistant told me to take off all my clothes, including my underwear. I reluctantly stripped naked, feeling quite embarrassed. Then, my assistant handed me a towel to wrap myself in. Today's scenes were the guest room and the bathroom, and I was to shoot both scenes first. I went to the guest room, and the photographer told me to take off the towel. I was incredibly embarrassed, so I hesitated and fidgeted. Tongtong, watching from the side, told me to take it off and then give her the towel. Oh well, since I'd come this far, I took a deep breath and pulled the towel off with one hand. Instantly, my beautiful body was revealed to everyone. I was 170cm tall with long, snow-white legs, and although not large, I had delicate, firm breasts… Today, with my bright red lips and makeup, I thought I looked absolutely stunning—but what I saw was the professionalism of the entire team. No one was drawn to me; everyone was busy at their own tasks. Their focus on their work made my previous awkwardness feel ashamed. Since they were so dedicated, what reason did I have to run away? So I finally opened up and cooperated with the photographer's instructions. Sometimes I'd lick my fingers after putting some cream on them, sometimes I'd smear cream on my breasts for photos, and sometimes I'd lie on the bed in alluring poses. Although the poses were a bit risqué, there were no poses where my legs were spread wide enough to reveal my vulva; most of the time, I'd just close my legs or cross them.

Soon, I finished shooting the two morning scenes. I wrapped myself in my bathrobe again and waited for the afternoon shoot. However, the other two models, B and W, arrived. Half an hour later, we started shooting. Then I saw the photographer talking to Tongtong, and Tongtong pulled me aside and said…

Tingjie, here's the thing. The photographer just told me that because your contract states you can't have physical contact with male models, it would look strange and stiff if there wasn't any physical contact during the bathroom scene. So the photographer asked if we could have some touching. Actually, American law is very strict about human rights, so photographers respect the spirit of contracts and wouldn't dare to do anything reckless.

I told Tongtong I didn't know either, but I'm afraid my husband would be angry if he knew, since I think today's shoot is quite explicit. Luckily, he's not here. Then Tongtong said, "Oh, your cousin should be fine. He's a reasonable person. Besides, the book will only be published for sale; we can just prevent him from getting his hands on it."

I couldn't argue with Tongtong, so I had to reluctantly agree. Okay, everything went smoothly, and we were about to start the final shoot. But then, the moment finally arrived: B and W were finally going to take nude photos with me. Luckily, we knew each other beforehand and had discussed it, so it wasn't too awkward.

The photographer said to shoot the guest room first and told the three of us to get ready. My heart was pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement. B and W were sitting next to me. When they heard us ready, they took off their bathrobes. Wow, B's physique was absolutely amazing. He was 190cm tall with a muscular body. Although he was all black, like a block of chocolate, he was full of energy. What was worse, I peeked at his crotch. Good heavens, it was as black as charcoal. It was the first time I had ever seen a real black man's penis. B's penis wasn't very long, maybe 17 or 18 centimeters, but it was huge and thick. And that wasn't all. The veins were bulging. To describe it, it was like a black panther, fierce and savage, as if it wouldn't let go until its prey was dead. I was obviously terrified by the panther in front of me. This wasn't even fully erect. If it were, it would probably be even bigger.

However, my gaze quickly returned to W. W's penis was quite long, though not as thick as B's, but it couldn't be ignored. Although it looked soft now, it resembled a sleeping American white lion, ready to unleash astonishing power when awakened.

I tried to calm myself down, then took off my towel and handed it to Tongtong. B and W both complimented my figure after seeing me naked, which made me a little smug. The three of us went to the guest room. I stood in the middle, with the other two on either side of me. Although I'm 170cm tall, I suddenly looked like a dwarf next to them.

The photographer told me to put my arms around their waists for the shoot. B's muscles were really hard. Then it really happened. This time, B and W each held one of my breasts. When their hot palms touched my breasts, my body involuntarily trembled. B's palms were so rough! I felt a little something, but thankfully it wasn't a big problem. Then the photographer told me to sit on the bed, and they naturally stood next to me. The photographer also told me to hold their black panther and white lion in each hand. Oh my god, how embarrassing!

I smiled awkwardly and my hands instinctively reached out to hold them. I felt the two fierce animals jumping and bouncing in my hands, very energetic. I had to be careful, otherwise, if the two wild beasts got angry, they might bite me to death.

The awkward hotel room photos were finally over. Next up was the bathroom scene, but W's work was already finished. The bathroom scene was just me and B as partners, because the photographer felt that black and white would create a striking visual effect. Now that it was just B and me alone, I wasn't so awkward. First, the photographer told me to lie on the bathtub, and B sat beside it, watching me and holding one of my hands for the photo. The next move was for us both to stand on the bathtub, with my arms around B's neck, while B lifted one of my legs onto his waist.

B's rough, dark hand supported one of my white legs. The pose looked very seductive, but actually, I felt really uncomfortable because this position meant my entire lower body was pressed against B's body. B's pubic hair was short and curly, and worst of all, his black panther was hanging there. My vagina was already pressing against that beast, and it wasn't just rubbing against it, which immediately gave me a tingling, itchy feeling, like being bitten by ants. My vagina even started to get wet.

We shot this set of poses for about ten minutes, and then it was time to change to another set. This time, B was half-sitting on the bathtub, and I was sitting on the headboard with my legs spread apart, my legs crossed around B's neck. B put her hands on my thighs. This set of photos was meant to highlight my long, white legs and my toes with red nail polish. Anyway, I felt myself getting bigger and more intense, and my vaginal fluid seemed to be flowing out.

After shooting a few sets, Tongtong said to rest for five minutes because she knew I was getting aroused. She handed me a tissue to wipe myself and told me that she was like that when she first started, and that this kind of friction would definitely cause a physiological reaction. So she could tell that I was like that too. Tongtong was my lifesaver! I quickly hid to the side and wiped myself clean. There were only two sets left, so I had to finish shooting them quickly.

But I wondered if my husband would be angry if he found out. At this point, I didn't care anymore. In the end, I went back to take pictures with B again. I won't go into the specific poses here, but they were some very intimate and quite suggestive ones.

Finally, we finished taking all the photos before 5 PM. Since the rented venue couldn't be later than 5 PM, or they'd charge extra, I breathed a sigh of relief. We went back to the dressing room to change. Everyone was happy to have finished the work. B and W both came over to greet me and chatted, laughing and joking, as if nothing had happened between us. It seemed only I was still bothered by it. After changing, I called my husband. He said he was going to stay in Brunei for a few more days and asked me to go to Sabah the day after tomorrow before coming to see me.

I didn't tell my husband about the intimate incident with B; actually, I was a little scared. Finally, as we all left the dressing room, we saw my husband's uncle. He told everyone that the company was hosting a celebration party at the XX Hotel tonight to reward everyone for their hard work, so everyone should be there on time. Everyone cheered happily. Actually, in America, a celebration party is just a party; of course they were excited about the fun.

Tongtong told me, "Sister Ting, you have to come tonight too! Let's all have fun together." I quickly said no, you guys have fun, I'm not your employee so I won't attend. Unexpectedly, everyone there started talking about me, saying we've worked together for days, of course I should come on my own, so you absolutely have to come. Then Tongtong added, "That's right, come and have some fun! Anyway, your cousin isn't with you, you have nothing to do by yourself. Come to my house for dinner later."

I couldn't argue with them, so I had to oblige. Luckily, my uncle drove over, so the four of us went to my uncle's house for dinner. I don't know why, but whenever I see W, I think of his white lion and B's black panther. Ugh, why are my thoughts so dirty?

When we arrived at my uncle's house, Tongtong and I each went to take a shower first. After I finished, I changed back into my own clothes. When Tongtong saw me in the living room, she said, "Even though it's a party tonight, you should dress up a bit. I have an evening gown that would suit you perfectly. I'll get it for you to try on after dinner." I knew I couldn't argue with Tongtong, so I didn't say anything. During dinner, I watched W and Tongtong playfully teasing each other. To be honest, W is really handsome, a blond, blue-eyed young man. I was smitten too. Tongtong is so lucky.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to prepare for the victory celebration. W changed in the guest room, while I was in Tongtong's room. Tongtong brought me an evening gown, which looked great—a low-cut, long dress that was understated yet sexy. The key point was that the dress included nipple covers and a pair of briefs, so I didn't need to wear a bra or underwear. Actually, many evening gowns are designed this way, so I wasn't surprised. Soon, Tongtong and I were both changed. Tongtong's dress was incredibly sexy—a deep V-neck, slit, and super short skirt that reached her buttocks, and she was even wearing a thong. She was definitely going to seduce W to death! Growing up abroad certainly makes one more open-minded.

Tongtong and I went downstairs and saw that my uncle and his wife had already changed. W was wearing a pure black suit, looking incredibly handsome; even I was captivated by him.

We got into my uncle's car and went to the hotel. When we arrived, the party had already started. Tongtong and W were chatting, while my uncle and the others were talking to the company's executives. I was left alone, sitting at the bar drinking champagne, feeling bored. Suddenly, someone came up to me. I looked and saw it was B. He was wearing an all-white suit, and his physique was a perfect match for the suit. However, in terms of handsomeness, he was still several levels below W.

B politely asked me why I was alone and where my husband was. I told B that my husband was away on a business trip. Then I asked B why he didn't bring his girlfriend. B said he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment. So we sat down on the sofa and chatted. I ordered a cocktail, and B drank whiskey.

B told me some things about himself. It turned out he and W lived together, not far from the hotel. Usually, when W went on dates with Tongtong, he would go to the gym or swimming by himself. He said he had dated several Chinese girls before, and he had a particular fondness for them. He asked where I lived, and I told him I mainly lived in China and was only in the US to meet my husband before returning home soon.

B and I got along really well, probably because we were both alone. We talked about life, entertainment, current events, and so on. Tongtong and her friends got increasingly wild and drank a lot. No wonder, since my uncle and his family seemed to have left soon after arriving, and Tongtong was left unsupervised, she was having a blast.

Soon, the party was almost empty, with only a few people left. By then, W and Tongtong were completely drunk and lying on the sofa. B and I went over and each helped one of them. B said, "Let's take them to my place first, it's quite far from Tongtong's house and not very convenient. You help Tongtong to my place first." I had no choice but to agree.

The four of us took a taxi back to B and W's house. Luckily, Tongtong wasn't too heavy, so I could help her walk. B, needless to say, his muscles were impressive. B said that W's room was just ahead, and helped them in. After some effort, we finally got them onto the bed. B said he'd go get a hot towel to wipe them down. I looked at the two drunk people in the room, thinking about how I used to get just as drunk. Tonight, although I'd drunk quite a bit, I'd drunk slowly and wasn't really drunk.

I wanted to change Tongtong's position so she'd be more comfortable, so I lifted her up. But lifting her might have aggravated her; she vomited, throwing up all over me. Luckily, she didn't vomit on the bed, but I was in trouble. The disgusting vomit smelled awful, and I felt terrible. Just then, B came in and saw me like this. He told me to take off my clothes and take a shower. Without thinking, I rushed to the bathroom B suggested, because girls hate vomit the most.

While I was showering, B knocked on the bathroom door and said he was taking the clothes to wash and would also get some of his own clothes for me to change into. I thanked him and he left. I was surprised by how gentlemanly B was. After showering, I picked up the clothes B had given me. Oh, it was a white shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Then I realized I didn't have any underwear with me. I was going to have to go braless! The shirt was okay because it was big enough, reaching my thighs. But I really couldn't fit into the basketball shorts. The waist was completely wrong, so I was going to have to go braless.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and leave. I walked out of the bathroom, embarrassed, and saw that B had finished cleaning. He said to me, "Your clothes are being washed. They'll be washed and dried soon, and then you can wear them. I'll take you home."

I said okay. I asked how the other two were doing. B said they were probably asleep. That's when he noticed I wasn't wearing the basketball shorts he had given me and asked why I wasn't wearing them. I smiled awkwardly and said, "Your shorts are too big; they don't fit into my bed."

B suddenly remembered what was going on and quickly apologized. I said it was nothing, and that I looked even sexier now than in the photos—a white shirt on top, long, snow-white legs on the bottom, and even more alluring was that I was completely naked underneath. B then suggested we sit and wait, as the clothes wouldn't be washed that quickly. I carefully sat on another sofa, my legs tightly pressed together, afraid of accidentally exposing myself. B then turned on the TV to ease the awkward atmosphere and poured two glasses of red wine and some cheese. So, we chatted and drank red wine.

Suddenly, we heard Tongtong's voice coming from W's room, since W's door was ajar. We rushed over to see what was happening. When we got to the room, I saw W and Tongtong making love. W was lying on the bed, and Tongtong, with her back to me, was sitting on the already aroused white lion, thrusting violently up and down, moaning incessantly. How wanton Tongtong was at that moment!

I was stunned by the scene before me. What frightened me was not that they were making love, but that W's white lion was really big, fierce, and long. Tongtong must have been enjoying it very much. At this moment, B pulled my hand and said that we should go out and not disturb them.

In the living room, B pulled me to sit with him. We continued watching TV, and then B said they often made love here, so I was used to it. I chuckled and said, "I didn't expect Tongtong to be so open-minded." Then B said that he had actually done it with Tongtong a few times before, when W was working elsewhere. I looked at B in surprise, thinking, "Isn't that a bit much?" B said that W knew about it, and since they both seemed fine with it, I didn't care either.

B continued, "Anyway, I have a soft spot for Chinese people, and I like Chinese girls. Every time I make love with them, they say I make them feel really good." Then I casually remarked, "Is yours big enough?" B said that was one reason, and suggested I touch it.

Before I could react, B had already pulled his pants down halfway, and the fierce black panther immediately sprang out. Startled, I covered my eyes with my hands. Oh my god, why did he do that so suddenly? Then B took one of my hands and made me stroke his panther. Wow, this panther is really big and bulging, though it's not very hard yet. B said, "You've touched it before, haven't you? You touched it when we were taking pictures, right? How do you think it's big?"

I didn't say anything, just shyly lowered my head, continuing to stroke the panther with my left hand. I felt it was getting a little bigger. B casually sipped his red wine, then put an arm around my shoulder and casually unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt, then his hand went straight to my breast. I trembled slightly but didn't resist, because I was already captivated by the panther in my hand.

At this moment, B kept pinching my nipples with two fingers, which immediately aroused my desire. I let out a soft moan. Then his other hand wandered over my thigh and touched my vulva. At this moment, I was already overflowing with lubrication. My tightly closed legs slowly parted. B then leaned in and licked my earlobe and neck with his tongue. These are my sensitive spots. My whole body felt numb and weak. B kept licking.

I lay limply on the sofa. Then B lifted one of my legs and started sucking on each toe, then slowly licked my thigh. B's tongue was very wet and long, so it felt so good. My lubrication was flowing continuously.

B lifted me up and made me kneel, raising my buttocks high. He licked my buttocks from behind, and finally his tongue touched my vagina. I let out a "ah!" and my body was burning hot. His tongue kept licking my vagina, as if he wanted to suck all my love juice. Finally, he even licked my anus. I quickly said no, not there. B's breathing became heavier. He tore his shirt in one go and used his tongue to roam over my back. Why do black people like to lick with their tongues so much?

B flipped me over. I was already at the peak of my arousal. He pressed my mouth against his and sucked on my breasts. My hands were also roaming over his back. His muscles were really hard. Black people's physiques are so strong. Then I touched his panther. My god, it was so much bigger than before. I held the panther in my hands and stroked it. This thing was so thick and so black. I had never held something so thick and big before. Plus, it felt so good when B licked my breasts. I finally let out a moan.

Then B continued licking my vagina, lifting my legs high. This time, he even inserted his tongue inside. It was warm and wet, his tongue going in and out of my vagina, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Thankfully, it didn't last long.

B moved forward and actually tried to kiss me. I quickly moved my mouth away because I didn't want to kiss him. If it were W, it would be fine. Because B's mouth was big and dark, he seemed a little unhappy. He moved forward and placed his entire penis on my face, telling me to lick it. My god, this penis was as long as my face and much bigger than before.

I held the penis with both hands, first touching it with the tip of my tongue, then licking the whole thing. It was getting bigger and bigger, but not very hard yet. B exclaimed how good it felt. At the same time, he inserted one finger into my vagina and started thrusting it in and out. I moaned in pleasure again. My vagina was incredibly sensitive now; even the slightest touch brought a strong sensation.

At this moment, B was sitting on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out. I naturally knelt in front of him, lifted up the black panther, and began to lick it. So this is what black men's penises are like. The glans is very large, like an egg, grayish-gray, not very attractive. Because the black panther was so large, I couldn't take it all in my mouth, so I could only lick the glans. This made B very comfortable. He pressed my head down with one hand and held a glass of red wine in the other, saying, "So comfortable." I licked him like this for a few minutes, and then he couldn't resist picking me up and playing with me. He started licking my pussy again, and my love juices were flowing freely. My hands were also stroking Black Panther, and now it was fully erect. I couldn't take B's licking anymore, and neither could B. He laid me flat on the sofa, took a condom from the drawer, put it on, and spread my legs to insert it. I told B that his was too big and might not fit. B said it was okay, that a married woman like you was the best to fuck, and that he would take good care of me later. Then I said, "Then go in slowly and don't be so rough."

Without saying a word, B slid his entire glans into my vagina. I felt like it was exploding and said, "Didn't I tell you to be gentle?" But I didn't feel any pain, just a feeling of being stretched very wide. Then I held the black panther with both hands and felt it slowly pushing in little by little. Finally, the black panther I was holding was completely inserted. I couldn't believe that this big thing was really all the way in. Although B's black panther wasn't very hard, it was like an umbrella slowly opening up when it went in. My vagina was stretched and swollen by the black panther, which was very uncomfortable. B slowly pulled out and slowly inserted it again, back and forth a dozen times. With the lubrication of the vaginal fluid and the condom, it had become very smooth. I went from feeling uncomfortable to feeling "uncomfortable".

B increased the speed of his thrusting, each time feeling like it hit my uterus. There was a slight stinging pain in my abdomen at the end, but it brought more pleasure than anything else. I was being thrust into by B on the sofa like this, it felt so good, so good. B also said that my vagina was much easier to fuck than Tongtong's, a married woman's vagina is indeed different.

Actually, this is just the beginning. B is like a robot, never getting tired or out of breath. I've already had an orgasm from him. Then he takes Black Panther out and sits on the sofa. He picks me up and makes me sit down so he can penetrate me like this. It feels like he's penetrating me even deeper this way. I moan loudly because B is penetrating me even more fiercely in this position. Black Panther seems determined not to let go of this little fat sheep in front of him, fucking me fiercely and faster and faster. I go limp on B's body. B simply picks me up and continues to increase the speed of his thrusting. I don't know what to do except moan. My love juice has turned into a thick white fluid from the thrusting. To be honest, I was exhausted by then, but B was still full of fighting power. B then made me carry him on my back so he could penetrate me from behind. I was going crazy from his thrusting. He grabbed my buttocks hard with both hands and thrust in and out. The pleasure was like being struck by lightning. I was afraid that he would damage my vagina.

After thrusting for more than ten minutes, B pulled out the Black Panther. I lay on the sofa, panting. I thought he had already ejaculated, but I was too naive. He helped me up, pulled me to the sink in the kitchen, lifted one of my legs onto the sink, and then, from behind, grabbed the Black Panther and thrust it all the way in again, giving me a frenzied ejaculation. I had never tried this position before, and it felt incredibly exhilarating. However, my other leg quickly went weak, and I collapsed onto the floor. I told B to carry me to the bed to rest.

B carried me to his room on the second floor, put me on the bed, pressed me down, spread my legs, and continued to thrust his black panther into my vagina. My third orgasm came. I held B tightly with both hands, my fingernails scraping his back, but his muscles were too hard, and I could only hold on tightly. I couldn't take it anymore, it felt so good. The huge black panther was already frantically abusing my vagina. At this moment, all I wanted was for the black panther to continue to fill my vagina hard. Every time B pulled out a little bit, I would immediately press B's buttocks with both hands and push him back in. One of B's fingers was even inserted into my anus. Ah, it felt so wonderful.

For a full half hour, B had been relentlessly thrusting into me. Then something felt off. B pulled out the condom, and to my surprise, it was torn. This was incredibly intense! B threw away the torn condom; the entire condom was covered in semen, like a chocolate popsicle coated in cream.

I told B how amazing it was, and he just said it was because I was too easy to fuck. Without another word, he grabbed the condom and thrust it back in. I was terrified and quickly said no, I needed to put on a new condom, but B ignored my pleas and thrust even harder than before. I started to lose my voice, the pleasure rushing to my head. The condom-less condom seemed even more potent. B twisted his hips wildly, each thrust going deep.

I held the blanket in one hand, biting it as if I was about to tear it apart. B continued to pound on my vagina. I couldn't take it anymore. I'd never experienced such an overload before. My mind was blank; I didn't know how many orgasms I'd had. My vagina was starting to feel numb.

I was biting the blanket, unable to bear it any longer. B seemed close too, moaning incessantly. In the final sprint, B used all his strength to thrust, and I almost fainted. Finally, he yelled and pulled out Black Panther. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I immediately grabbed Black Panther with both hands and started stroking it. A few seconds later, thick white semen gushed out and shot onto my stomach. By then, I was completely exhausted, but the pleasure still overwhelmed me, and my body trembled involuntarily.

After resting for a few minutes, B said he would carry me downstairs to take a shower. I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Do whatever you want. You've made me feel so good." We both went downstairs naked and took a quick shower. Then B carried me to the sofa while he went to the kitchen to get some water. I lay on the sofa, recalling the pleasure I had just experienced. Because of the hot shower, my vagina felt much better and was still leaking lubrication.

At this moment, the drunk W actually came outside and found me completely naked. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he started kissing me. Of course, I couldn't dodge this handsome guy's sudden passionate kiss, and his penis was also very large and erect. Then B came out and saw us like this, and actually asked W if we wanted to play together. But for some reason, I said something like, "Let's go upstairs, don't let Tongtong know."

So B carried me to his room, and W followed. As soon as we got to the bed, the two of them kissed my whole body wildly. I was so itchy and uncomfortable. The drunk W quickly pinned me down and inserted his penis. Although it wasn't as big as the black panther, it was very long, and he didn't even wear a condom before he started thrusting wildly. I didn't care about anything else and just enjoyed the pleasure this handsome guy was giving me. I was also licking B's black panther, but his fighting power was not as good as before, and he wasn't as fierce as before.

W's fighting power was also off the charts. He was going at it like crazy, and my body couldn't take it anymore. I was fucked by W for another half hour. Luckily, he pulled out and ejaculated in the end. I really couldn't take it anymore tonight. My body was completely exhausted. After we finished, B still carried me to the bathroom to shower, while W went back to his room. I think he'll do it with Tongtong again later.

After I finished showering, my evening dress was ready. I put it back on. It was already past 2 a.m. B drove me home overnight. When we got home, B couldn't help but do it with me again. We did it until dawn. My vagina was swollen. I slept all day. I soaked in hot water and my vagina wasn't so swollen anymore. This time I really experienced both the dark and the light, and I was truly satisfied to the extreme.

My first time having sex with a Black man was like this. I believe I will never have sex with a Black man again. Although Black men's penises are large, they are never very hard. I still prefer men, who are both large and hard. Afterwards, Tongtong and I flew to Sabah for a trip. That concludes this experience. I'll share more about my experiences next time.
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