[A saleswoman at an Aokang leather shoe store]

Winter is here, and I took a suit I hadn't worn in six months to the dry cleaners during the week, only picking it up on Saturday.

To match the suit, I need to buy a new pair of leather shoes. The Walmart shoes I bought last year wore out in less than six months;

no-name brands are just terrible quality. So, this time I'm going to buy a better quality pair, at least from a reputable

brand . I went to

the Da Shi Jie Department Store, which is full of brand-name boutiques, mostly

selling shoes for 500-600 yuan. I don't need shoes in that price range yet, so I went in and checked out the Aokang boutique.

Although a pair was also 500-600 yuan, after the discount it was only 200-300 yuan, which is within my budget.

I went into the store, and the saleswoman started introducing her shoes, talking about the new styles and the leather.

She didn't talk much, and I wasn't really listening. At first, I didn't pay much attention to the saleswoman, only guessing

she was around 34 or 35 years old—actually, she was about 10 years older than me. After looking at her face more closely, I

realized her features were quite regular, and her voice wasn't unpleasant. I looked around, comparing this pair to that pair,

but none of them were to my liking. I was about to leave when she looked troubled. Her shop seemed rather deserted;

I'd been there for quite a while and hadn't seen a single customer. She said she had other styles and invited me to take a look.

I went over, picked up a pair, and thought they were alright. She said I could try them on if I liked, but I didn't really

want to buy them. I wanted to buy what I liked; otherwise, they wouldn't be comfortable to wear. I looked like I was about to leave again, and she

quickly said, "Try them on, okay? The style is nice, and the price is reasonable." I sat down and tried to take off my shoes, but

I couldn't get them on. She knelt down and helped me. At that moment, I carefully scanned her entire body. Her features were quite striking, and

her face was a little red, probably from bending over. Her long, straight hair fell below her shoulders. She wore a thin-striped white shirt,

and I could vaguely see what was underneath.

She wore a black knee-length skirt that tightly hugged her full hips and thighs, so rounded that it

aroused . Flesh-colored stockings displayed her long, slender legs without reservation. Her black high heels were also very sexy.

I slowly examined her body, but she was focused on helping me put on my shoes and didn't notice. Her technique was

excellent; she finally got my feet into the shoes. But they were a little loose after I put them on, so I changed to

a smaller size . She helped me put on my shoes again, and I admired her body once more. This time, I was bolder and more greedy,

as if I wanted to devour her, and my penis became even harder. She helped me put on the shoes without noticing anything amiss. The

size was perfect. But then I saw other styles, all quite novel. I especially liked one pair, so I

tried it on. But it was too big. I asked if they had a smaller size, and she said they only had the large size.

I said, "Oh, okay, never mind then."

So, I stood up to leave, but she looked anxious again. She said, "How about this? I still have medium-

sized ones in my warehouse. I can go get them if you want." I asked her if the warehouse was far. She said no, it was on the same floor. I said okay. She said

the shop had to be closed first, and I should come with her to the warehouse. I said I would wait here, but she probably worried I

would leave , so she said, "Come with me, we'll be there in a bit." I said okay. She closed the shop door and led

me to the warehouse. As I followed her, I noticed her waist was quite slim, and her hips, encased in a black dress, looked so

round and full. How wonderful it would be to have them, I fantasized. Sure

enough, after turning a corner and walking a few steps, we reached a relatively quiet place—the warehouse. She opened the door and called me

in. Although it was called a warehouse, there wasn't much stock. It looked more like a single dormitory room,

fully equipped with all , and even a bed.

She said her husband was away doing business most of the year, and her home was far away, so she often spent

the night . This is what she told me later. She brought out the shoes I wanted, and at my request, she helped me put

them on again. The style was to my liking, and the size was perfect. She had served me so many times; I couldn't refuse to buy them

. But then I thought, after buying them, I might never see this beautiful woman again.

Although she was a bit older, she was definitely a charming and mature woman. A woman's charm isn't just about age.

So, suddenly, I don't know where I got the courage, I said I didn't want to buy them. She got a little angry. She said, "I've helped you try them on

for so long, and you're saying you don't want to buy them? You can't do that!" I said, "They're too expensive." She said, "These are expensive? Even with the discount, they're only

a little over 300. Where can you buy such good shoes for 300?" I said I'd look elsewhere. She gasped

. Seeing her like that, I felt a pang of pity. I hesitated for a moment but didn't leave. She said, "Or

we could look at other shoes, slightly cheaper, but the styles are a bit outdated." I asked what styles she wanted, and she

took them . But indeed, the styles were quite old-fashioned; there wasn't a single pair I liked. She picked out a pair to help me try on, but I said

I didn't need to. I said I wanted to buy the pair you were wearing. After saying that, my heart was pounding, as if I

had done something incredibly exciting.

She calmly asked if I wanted to buy women's shoes. I said yes. She said, "Then come to the store, but you have to buy something." I

said I wanted to buy the pair you were wearing. She said they didn't have that style. I said, "Then sell me the pair you're wearing."

She looked up at me in surprise, staring coldly. I said I wanted to buy this pair and reached for her foot. She quickly pulled

her foot away, but I grabbed one shoe and took it off. She angrily said, "What are you doing?" and tried to snatch her

shoe back. I wouldn't let her take it back, and said I wanted to buy this pair. She said they weren't for sale. I said I didn't care, I

wanted to buy it.

She glared at me angrily. I reached out and pulled off her other shoe as well, and she punched me with her small fists. I

took off her shoe with one hand and grabbed her foot with the other, touching her toes all over. Her bare feet were adorable. She reached out for

them, tears welling in her eyes. I held the shoes, feeling quite pleased with myself. She said, "Give them back, I'm not selling." I said, "I want to buy them,

how much?" She said, "1000, I'll sell them to you for 1000." I was taken aback. Okay, but not to buy them; I

had my eye on her stockings. I put down the shoes and started to take off her stockings. She bit her lip, "You've already taken off my shoes,

why do you care about stockings?"

My hands touched her skin, rubbing her calves—such smooth calves. I held her calves,

taking off her stockings, swallowing hard. Her lips tightened even more. She had given up resisting, perhaps out of arousal

or speechlessness. She braced herself behind her back, and I lifted her legs slightly, revealing the view inside.

She said flirtatiously, not without provocation, that she wanted money. Just then, a gust of wind blew the door shut…

I asked if I could pay on credit. She said no. I asked how much your skirt cost and if I could try it on.

She didn't say no. I lifted her leg, and she leaned back, panting softly. I caressed her full buttocks with both hands, and

she let out a soft "ah." I slipped my hand inside her skirt, caressing her inner thighs; the smooth skin was better than her calves.

She let out an even louder "ah."

I touched her panties; the high-quality fabric felt like she wasn't wearing anything. I inserted my fingers into her

panties , touching her labia majora and pubic hair. This time she didn't make a sound. Her lips were tightly closed, and her face was

slightly distorted. My index finger, like a caterpillar, tentatively parted her labia minora and slipped into her vagina.

She quickly said no and tried to stop me, but she couldn't. Only one finger was inside, and I knew the time was

right.

I climbed onto her body, my hands moving from her buttocks to her breasts. I kneaded her breasts, and she

let out "ah ah" sounds. I unbuttoned her blouse and, through the thin bra, caressed her breasts. I liked

doing it this way. She seemed to enjoy it, letting me caress her with her arms outstretched. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down,

along with her panties. I pulled out my enormous weapon, and she was startled. I parted her legs, brushed aside her

fine, neat, short, and shiny black pubic hair, and used my thumbs to pry open her labia, pressing the head of my penis against her vaginal opening.

At this point, penetration was a natural next step. I admired her heaving body, her face

pleading, as if begging me to hurry up and penetrate her. So I thrust in forcefully, only the head of my penis entering. She

gasped, her mouth wide open. I continued to thrust forcefully, inch by inch. She continued to

gasp , her eyes wide open, her hands gripping the blanket, her head tilted back, looking backward

as if trying to escape.

But could I let her escape? My 20-centimeter weapon was already more than halfway in, but I had to keep

going. She wasn't very wet yet, and I knew I couldn't force it, so I started slowly thrusting in and out, one stroke, two strokes…

She gradually became wet, the continuous flow of vaginal fluid acting as excellent lubrication. I could now be completely

inside her. Then the storm of thrusting began. Her body shook

and trembled violently beneath me, her vagina had adapted to me, enjoying the incredibly pleasurable sensations I gave her. My

weapon thrust in and out of her for over 10 minutes, more than 1000 times. Then, I ejaculated streams of

semen inside her, and she unconditionally accepted me. All my semen was injected deep into her vagina…

After ejaculating, I lay on top of her, letting out a long sigh. She buried her head in my chest,

still biting her lip, her smiling eyes looking so alluring…

I ran my fingers through her long hair and said I hadn't felt this satisfied in a long time. She said she hadn't felt this satisfied in a long time either

. She added that she never imagined you would be the man in her life, and just thinking about it made her so happy!

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