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I was bored these past few days, so I went to check out the construction site. Everything was very well organized, and the foremen were all very responsible; I didn't have to worry about anything. That evening, I invited a few of them out for barbecue. The three of us drank about a case of beer before heading home. Before I even got home, the phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but in my line of work, unfamiliar calls are common, unlike some people whose numbers are usually from familiar numbers, which I just hang up on.
I answered, and a girl asked, "Are you free tonight?"
Her voice sounded unfamiliar. "You've got the wrong number!" I said.
"Aren't you the owner of the 1511 decoration company? I'm from 1411."
This suddenly reminded me; so many days had passed. I thought everything was over.
"I'm home today, but I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. Could you come over and take care of this?"
"I checked the time; it's almost nine o'clock. I was going to decline, but she said she won't be home tomorrow and won't be back for another two weeks. I was afraid she'd think I was breaking my promise if I refused."
"So I said okay! Let me see where I am." I glanced out the window; luckily, I was almost at Caixing Plaza. It would only take about ten minutes to get to her house after going around the plaza. I told her I'd be there in about 20 minutes. I asked if she had any tools in the car, and if not, I'd need to buy some. I'd call her when I got to the door. When I
got downstairs, I checked the trunk and found screwdrivers and other tools. She didn't need many tools; she just needed to pry off the cover and clean it. Actually, the water should have dried by now; prying it off was pointless. Just wiping the surface clean would suffice. But since the homeowner was home, I had to at least make a show of it, so she wouldn't think I was just fooling her. For
this kind of job, the homeowner is usually satisfied after about 20 minutes of this. I installed her ceiling panels and wiped them down, then I wiped the bathroom floor as well. My size made me look quite cramped in the bathroom. She laughed out loud, saying not to bother, she could do it herself in a bit.
This suited me perfectly, and I was about to call it a day when she mentioned that one of her faucets seemed to be having a problem, the water was always flowing slowly. I looked at it and figured it would be fine if I unscrewed it and unclogged it, it wouldn't take much time anyway.
I asked her for a wrench, turned off the water valve, and started working on it, but the pipe fitting was of very poor quality, it broke after a few tries, and her main valve wasn't working well either, it wouldn't close properly, and dirty water gushed out, soaking me completely. Despite the water, I managed to find a similar fitting to plug it, but it was still dripping a little.
I told her to just make do for now, and I'd find a good fitting for her tomorrow, and also replace her valve, otherwise it would be a problem later.
Seeing me covered in mud and water, she was very embarrassed and gave me a towel to dry off. I was about to say goodbye and leave, but she said, "Why don't you take a shower before you go? It's getting chilly outside, you'll catch a cold if you go out like this. My washing machine is an Electrolux with a dryer, it'll dry you quickly, you'll be fine after your shower."
The outside temperature was indeed a bit low, and although I'm quite robust, catching a cold isn't something that makes you immune just because you're strong.
Thinking about how it would take half an hour to drive back, and that drying it would probably only take about ten minutes, I agreed to her suggestion and took a shower. Men usually shower very quickly, in about five to ten minutes. After I finished, I asked her if she had dried me, and she said I was too dirty, so she showered everything together first, and it would probably take a while. Then she handed me a bathrobe.
It seemed her husband was also very tall; it fit me perfectly. I was just not wearing anything underneath, so I had to be a little careful.
"Do you like red wine?" she asked.
"It's alright, I don't drink much, it all tastes pretty much the same no matter how much it costs."
"Red wine is like a woman, it needs to be savored. Only by tasting it carefully will you know that different ones have different flavors," she said with a smile, her face full of charm.
"Really? What kind of flavor are you?" I asked half-jokingly.
"I'm a mixed flavor, try this one, it's similar to mine."
We sat down at the bar, which she had specially set up in the room, with a bar-like atmosphere. We sat facing each other, and she opened a bottle of red wine and poured it for me. I tasted it, and it was similar to what I usually drink. I prefer white wine and beer.
"Do you and the lady upstairs have something going on? I saw the man one day, but it wasn't you!" she asked.
"Didn't I tell you that day? I'm a decorator, and the lady and I are friends, so I decorated their house.
" "Just friends?" She held her wine glass, looking at me with a suspicious look, yet with a hint of charm in her eyes.
“We’re just friends, what’s there to doubt?”
“But what did you two do in the house that day? I could smell semen, and a very strong smell of semen. I saw traces of semen on the corner of her mouth that she hadn’t wiped off. You’re just ordinary friends?”
“You might have smelled it wrong. She drank some energy drink and left it there, she forgot to wipe it off.” I answered cleverly, because I couldn’t tell a stranger the truth.
“Are my clothes dry?” I planned to leave, afraid she would ask other questions that were hard to answer.
“What’s the rush? They’re not dry yet. Besides, you made a mess of my bathroom and broke my pipes, how are you going to compensate me?” The woman looked at me with a cunning gaze.
I thought this woman had finally revealed her true colors; it seemed she also wanted to extort money from me. But given the extent of her losses, it couldn’t be much more.
“How much do you think is appropriate?” I asked.
"Do you think I'm a woman short of money? I want you to compensate me with your capital, but first I need to see if you have enough."
"Capital?" Before I could react, the woman's hand had already reached across the bar and directly grasped my penis. The sudden stimulation made my penis instantly erect. "
Not bad."
I didn't expect the woman to do this. I tried to pull my hand away, but she held it tightly.
"This isn't right! We've only met twice, your compensation is too much." I was actually afraid this woman was setting a trap for me, trying to set me up, and I would end up losing out.
"The woman seemed to see through my thoughts. Don't worry, I'm not a woman who sets traps. Your capital is good. You know, I liked the smell of your semen upstairs that day. Don't worry, if your capital is indeed high, I'll give you some change." The woman's ambiguous smile left me unsure how to respond.
At this moment, the woman held my penis tightly, perhaps afraid I would escape. She crawled under the bar, pulled aside my robe, and examined my penis closely, her eyes gleaming with greed, like someone who hadn't eaten in a long time seeing a chicken leg.
Then she began to slowly lick, bit by bit, from the glans to the scrotum, and even took both my testicles into her mouth. No woman had ever given me oral sex like this before. Her other hand had somehow reached near my anus, stroking it incessantly. It seemed like she had lubricant on her hand, and she actually inserted it, similar to what my cousin had done before, and began to massage my prostate. But her oral sex technique was far superior to my cousin's; it was practically professional.
The sensation of my penis in her mouth was even more pleasurable than penetration in her vagina. Within ten minutes, I felt my penis begin to swell rapidly, the urge to ejaculate was unstoppable, as if my insides had suddenly emptied. This was probably the largest ejaculation I'd ever had, gushing out into her mouth. She greedily swallowed all the semen, and then cleaned my penis again with her mouth.
The pleasurable sensation made me want to get an erection, I felt my penis was erect, but in reality, it was completely incapable of becoming erect. This was the first time I had ever felt so helpless.
After cleaning me up, she said, "You've really had a lot. How many days has it been since you last did it? From the last time you and the upstairs neighbor, it's only been three days at most. Haven't you been doing it in these three days?"
Since things had come to this point, some things didn't matter anymore. I told her that the most we did was oral sex; she had swallowed my semen, nothing else. I hadn't even touched her vagina yet. She had to be worthy of her husband and only let me have sex when she was ready to accept me.
She (her real name is Wang Haizhou, but I prefer to call her Zhouzhou, so that's what we'll call each other from now on; she calls me Baobao, and I call her Zhouzhou) said, clearly somewhat disbelievingly, "A woman who can even eat a man's most private semen without letting you have sex with her, I really can't understand such a woman."
My clothes were dry, and I wanted to leave, but she said, "You haven't been with a woman for so many days, don't you want to? I can satisfy you today."
I hesitated, because based on her performance just now, I suspected she was a prostitute. Her oral sex skills were indeed excellent; although I'd never been with a prostitute, I'd heard stories of some prostitutes' abilities.
"Do you suspect I'm unclean?" She clearly saw through my thoughts again; she was truly a clever woman.
"Are you suspicious because my oral sex skills were so good? There's basically no one who can listen to me for 20 minutes straight; you're quite skilled."
"Then there are people even better than me?" I asked.
“There was this Finnish guy who was better than you. He took about half an hour to ejaculate. His semen tasted similar to yours, but it had a grassy smell, which I liked the most.”
I was shocked. “What about the others?”
“A few took about the same time as you, but their semen didn’t taste good. The rest only lasted about 10 minutes before they were done. The worst was an old Russian guy. I thought he was so burly, but his penis was pitifully small, and he ejaculated in less than two minutes. It also had a foul smell that made me nauseous for days.”
“So how many men have you slept with?” I asked in surprise. I was now pretty sure she was a prostitute.
“Don’t be afraid,” she saw my expression. “I’m not a prostitute. I just don’t know why I particularly like eating men’s semen, I like the taste. Although I’ve drunk the semen of about 20 men, you are the third person I’ve slept with and who has touched me. The first was my ex-husband, the second was that Finnish guy, and the third is you. I probably haven’t had sex in two years. My ex-husband’s sexual technique was terrible, and although that Finnish guy lasted a long time, his penis was the kind that was thin at the front and thick at the back. I didn’t like that. I like yours, with a big glans, thick and erect at the back. I’ve seen that in porn, but I’ve never met one.”
“Do you want to check my pussy?” After saying that, she sat on the bar in front of me, lifted her nightgown, which was revealing her bare body. She spread her legs, and her pussy was now exposed to me.
She had a typical butterfly-shaped vulva, with two large labia majora split open, already somewhat glistening inside. Slightly parted, you could see the pink, bud-like flesh inside, very clean, without any unpleasant odor or discharge. Judging from the color of her labia, she seemed to have little sexual experience. However, after seeing Chu Xia's vulva later, I realized my judgment was wrong, and many men are wrong too. That area often has a heavenly color.
Seeing such a vagina, I had an urge to suckle. The moment my tongue touched her vagina, I felt her body shudder. She probably hadn't enjoyed such service from a man in a long time, or perhaps never.
I didn't think I was particularly vigorous, but she quickly squirted, a warm stream shooting from her vagina, still landing on my face. This was the second woman to squirt under my tongue.
"Baby, hurry up and fuck me with your big cock!" she kept shouting. I stood up, the height just right, and rubbed my cock against her vaginal opening. But she clearly couldn't wait any longer, grabbing my buttocks and thrusting forward. My cock was already inside her vagina. She held me for a moment, and although penetration was a bit difficult, her strength was incredible; I never imagined it was a woman's strength.
After a dozen seconds of rest inside her vagina, I felt her vaginal contractions, and she felt the swelling of my penis. Then came the frenzied thrusting. Her moans were incredibly alluring. It had been a while since I'd penetrated a woman, so I was breathing heavily and started swearing. I like to swear during sex; I think it makes it feel better.
I felt like we were about to break the bar counter, so I lifted her down and placed her on the edge of the bed. She braced herself against the bed with her hands, her backside facing me, and said lewdly, "Baby, come fuck me." No woman has ever said that to me before, and so lewdly at that. I spread her buttocks and thrust my big cock in hard, pumping in and out at an almost frantic pace. She couldn't take it anymore and finally knelt on the bed, letting me torment her.
The next two times, I inserted my fingers into her anus. I originally wanted to insert my penis as well, but her anus had never been penetrated before, and she stopped after inserting just a little, saying it hurt too much.
She was probably too excited; her moans were so loud she seemed to have lost herself. During our second time, we heard someone cursing in the hallway, so we quieted down. She bit the sheets to finish the third time.
Afterwards, we were both exhausted and fell asleep on the bed.
The next morning, she handed me a key. I said, "You're going to treat me like a long-term lover? You've given me the key, does that mean you want to marry me?"
She said I was overthinking it. "Ever since my last marriage, I've lost interest in marriage. This time with you made me enjoy sex again. I never imagined sex could be so wonderful. I'd only ever seen it in textbooks before. So she hopes we can have sex again sometime when I have time. As long as I don't get tired of it, she'll be my eternal outlet."
[The End]

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