My sexual encounter with a mute older man.

I'm a photographer and I own a wedding photography studio. About a hundred meters from my shop is a hotel.

They employ a woman in her thirties who does odd jobs, and she has a daughter who is mute, probably 14 or 15 years old

. She attends a local school for the deaf and mute.

One day, the mute came to my shop to play, and my wife wasn't home. I was browsing pornographic pictures online, and when I

saw her, I quickly closed the website. Good heavens, her beauty stunned me. She was wearing a white dress,

not expensive, but clean. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with clear, bright eyes, a high, rounded nose,

an innocent and pure face, and slightly upturned lips. She also had two lively pigtails. With

a sweet curiously looked at the wedding photos on the wall, then ran to the photography area to look at the equipment. She

came over to me to see what I was looking at on the computer, but luckily I wasn't looking at anything and had already closed it. I sat there, mesmerized,

and completely forgot to ask her if she wanted her picture taken, because I had no idea she was mute.

She started gesturing, seemingly indicating how beautiful the wedding photos on the wall were. I

nodded haphazardly, not quite understanding. She then gestured for me to turn on the computer so she could see, so I opened the saved wedding photos on my computer.

She looked at them, smiling and gesturing, even imitating the poses of the brides in the photos. Ah,

her innocent face was simply gorgeous.

After looking at the wedding photos for a while, she pointed to the photo booth and asked what it was for. I gestured that it was for taking pictures, and

casually took a photo from the box to show her. She looked at it and gestured, saying it was so beautiful. I asked her if she wanted to take

pictures, and she gestured that she didn't have any money. I gestured that it was free, and she happily nodded.

After turning on the machine and inputting the background, I called her in to start taking pictures. She didn't know anything, so I taught her. I

gently held her delicate, soft, and warm hand, showing her which buttons to press and how to take pictures. She was

very , her radiant smile like a flower bud blooming in spring, pure and sweet. Looking at her captivating smile,

a warm and tingling sensation spread from my hands throughout my body. I felt incredibly comfortable. To be honest, I

didn't have .

After the photos were developed, she became happier and happier as she looked at them. She had probably never had a photo booth picture taken before; this might have been her first time.

Later, she gestured for a piece of paper and a pen. I gave them to her. She wrote her name as Xingting, that she attended

a school , and that she had become mute at the age of eight due to illness. She said I was very interesting and hoped to be my friend.

I read her note and replied with one of my own: "You are beautiful and lovely, like an angel

.

I would love to be your friend." She read the note and held out her hand to make a pinky promise with me. We made a pinky promise.

When she left, I gave her 20 yuan, but she waved it away. I insisted, and she accepted it shyly.

After a while, she left.

A few days later, she came to take more photo booth pictures. I taught her how to do it, gently stroking her

hand as I did so. I realized she already knew how, but she still obediently let me touch her. After a few pictures,

she wanted a photo of us together, so I joked with her and asked her to kiss my cheek. She quickly

kissed me on the cheek. So I hugged her and took a picture. She happily kissed my cheek again, this time for

a few seconds. I felt her youthful breath on my cheek, her warm lips moistening my skin.

It felt so wonderful, like being back in my first love during my school days. But when I took the next picture,

I deleted the photo of us together because I was afraid her parents would see it, and even more afraid my wife would see it. She

looked confused when I deleted the photo, so I gestured to her that I was afraid my wife would see it. She understood and continued taking pictures. After taking a photo with

her, I kept my other arm around her waist. Seeing that she didn't resist, I gently stroked her

abdomen. As I stroked, she rested her head on my shoulder. I knew she enjoyed my touch, so I moved my hand up

to touch her breasts. She closed her eyes. Her breasts were small, smaller than a palm. Seeing her seemingly

intoxicated by my touch, I slipped my hand inside her clothes to touch them. Perhaps because her breasts were small, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her breasts were soft yet incredibly elastic, with nipples only the size of soybeans—they felt amazing to touch.

While peeked outside. My wife had gone to the street to buy things. I was afraid she would suddenly return or

be seen by others. The feeling was a mixture of fear and pleasure. I touched her breasts while kissing her face. I tried to

kiss her lips a few times, but she turned away, indicating her unwillingness. I didn't force her. I felt very comfortable with this

. A few minutes later, I figured my wife would be back soon, so I stopped. I printed out the photos and

gave them to her. She offered me money, but I firmly refused. As she left, I gave her another 10 yuan, which she absolutely refused again, but I

insisted on putting it in her pocket. She waved goodbye with a sweet laugh and walked out. At the door, she turned back and gave me

a gentle smile before quietly leaving.

After she left, I longed for her to come back, but two days passed and she didn't. I felt

a slight sense of loss.

On the fifth day, she came, eating a lollipop. She smiled and waved to me. I

thought to myself, "Little sister, I've finally got you back!" I took a piece of paper and wrote on it: "I missed you so much."

She read it and added below: "I missed you too." I wrote again: "

Can ?

" She wrote: "I don't know how." I wrote: "I'll teach you, my lovely little sister." She stopped writing and nodded at me.

I called her into the inner room. The door was still open; I didn't dare close it, afraid someone would see her enter my shop and become

suspicious .

I hugged her waist, and she hugged mine back. I pressed my

lips . She didn't know how, so I taught her to stick out her tongue. She did as I asked. I

gently sucked and swirled her soft tongue, which still tasted slightly like a lollipop. A unique sweetness from a young girl's lips filled my mouth. I

also put my tongue into her mouth, and our tongues swirled together. Waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. I

was completely out of control; my penis was painfully hard. I pulled her hand to grasp my penis. At first, she

resisted , but after three pulls, she took it. I kissed her while reaching under her skirt to touch her vulva. She

didn't resist. Her vulva was smooth and round, with only a few light downy hairs. I ran my fingers back and forth along her labia

, and her love juices wet my fingers. I felt like I was about to ejaculate and couldn't control myself anymore.

I abruptly released her, gesturing for her to come upstairs with me. She didn't immediately agree, just shyly lowered her head. I

understood everything, and quickly took her hand and went upstairs. (There's a back door on my floor that leads out. From

upstairs, you can see what's happening downstairs. If my wife comes home, I can tell her to go out through the back door.) I put her on

the bed, pulling her skirt up to her stomach. She was wearing white cotton panties with a few kitten

patterns on them.

I like panties like that—simple and pure.

I took off her panties, and she just kept her eyes tightly closed, not caring about anything. I finally saw her

lovely vulva, the smooth, full mons pubis, the white and pink labia majora completely covering the labia minora, only

a thin slit visible.

I gently parted her labia majora, seeing the red and moist labia minora inside, and the clear, transparent love juice.

I stuck out my tongue to lick her vulva, smelling a mixture of fragrance and fishiness. I had only licked it twice

when she reached out to block me, not letting me lick anymore. I looked up; she had opened her eyes, still with a shy

expression .

I stopped licking, took out my penis, and slid it up and down at the entrance of her vagina. I felt very wet,

so I tried to insert it, but after several attempts, I still couldn't get it in. She looked a little scared, so I

stopped , kissed her lips to reassure her, and slowly inserted it again. Finally, I inserted the head of my penis. I felt

an unprecedented tightness and warmth enveloping my glans. I couldn't bear to thrust too hard, afraid of hurting her, so I just thrust in and out

shallowly a couple of times, only managing to insert the head each time. Because of her tension, she kept contracting, like a

small mouth licking and kissing my glans, so the pleasure was indescribable. After a few thrusts, I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

Afraid of getting her pregnant, I didn't dare ejaculate inside her. I quickly pulled out the head of my penis, and a torrent of semen shot onto her labia majora.

After ejaculating, I pulled her small hand to my mouth and kissed it, then kissed her lips, and then kissed every part of her body.

I thanked her from the bottom of my heart for giving me such intense pleasure.

I realized that our relationship was no longer just about lust, but desire accompanied by love. I felt she was

an angel sent to me by God, and I wanted to cherish her, not hurt her, and not let anyone else hurt her. Now

, seeing her intoxicating smile, I felt gratified; at least I hadn't brought her pain, but rather pleasure.

Although she couldn't say anything, I could feel our first

love burning brightly in her tender, dependent movements. Although this wasn't actual penetration, I was already very satisfied; she gave me

the maximum she could bear. She gave me not just desire, but the purest love. We

kissed and hugged gently for a while, and then I took her hand and went downstairs. I took a dreamlike, artistic

photo of her.

She posed in many ways, each movement so light and angelic. After the photo was taken, I only dared

to choose one for her, because I was afraid her parents would suspect something. After the photo was printed and cooled, I wrote

her a note. I wrote, "Receiving your pure love is the greatest joy of my life. This photo cannot express

even a fraction of your beauty. But it is my humble sentiment. Your happiness is my happiness. If

your parents ask, just say it was a free photo from a studio promotion." She read it and replied below,

"I am also very happy with you. You are as cute as an older brother." Reading the note, a warm

current flowed through my body. I really wanted to hug her again, kiss her again, but time was running out. I

gave her the photo, and she waved goodbye and left, looking back at me as she walked until she was out of sight

.

Later, she did the same thing twice more, but only inserted the glans, because her hymen was in the way;

she was still young, and I couldn't bear to break it. I already felt very comfortable; that was enough. To receive the love of

such an angel, what more could I ask for?

Later, for some reason, her mother stopped going to the hotel, and she left with her. I never saw her

again ; I guess she went very far.

I continue to experience the pain of anticipation amidst happy memories.

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