Hei Zi released from prison

Today, Hei Zi was released from prison.
In a private digital art studio on the second floor of a photo studio, a sign that read "Art Director," my boss, Fang Fang, was kneeling between my legs, her brightly painted, glossy, sexy lips engulfing my penis as she frantically performed deep throat on me. I pinched her nose with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other, forcefully thrusting my hard penis into her mouth until we both reached our limits.
When Fang Fang couldn't take it anymore, she would pinch my buttocks, and I would pull my penis out, letting her masturbate me while I caught my breath. This continued until I ejaculated in Fang Fang's mouth, and she swallowed it. Although the process was thrilling and extremely lewd, there was no other sound except for our suppressed moans.
Fang Fang gently and carefully wiped the lipstick and saliva off my penis with a wet wipe, then put it away and zipped up my pants. Then, with teary eyes, she looked at me and said, "Can't you stay? Isn't it good to stay here with me?"
"Heh, not leave? You want to support me for the rest of your life? Isn't supporting a useless husband enough? Besides, do you think this photo studio is yours? Didn't your lover, Lao Yang, threaten you yesterday with that 300,000 yuan IOU to prevent you from leaving him?"
Having just vented my passion on Fangfang, I regained my composure. I coldly addressed the well-maintained woman in front of me.
I pulled over a computer chair, turned Fangfang around, and made her sit in my lap with her back to me. I didn't want to smell the semen in her mouth. I stroked her soft waist with one hand, and reached inside her collar to squeeze her still-firm breasts. All the while, I comforted her. "Is it that serious? I'm not going far away, I'm just tired of this kind of life and want to try a different way of living. I've already taught Xiao Zhao all about digital graphic design. I'll keep in touch with you when I'm free."
I pinched her semi-erect nipple. "Ha, we can't stay in this graphic design room you specially set up for me anymore. Let's get a room, you pay for it. You're a capitalist, and I'm just a penniless proletarian laborer..."
The landlady, Fangfang, pinched me hard and grabbed her breast. She pushed my hand away, turned around, and looked at me with a gloomy expression, saying, "You brat, I must have owed you
something in my past life..." "Don't give me that nonsense about past lives and karmic debts, it's too cliché. It doesn't apply to us, does it? We're just a shameful adulterous couple. Hehe... Ouch... Don't bite... It hurts..."
I pulled my fingers out of Fangfang's hand.
I looked into Fangfang's eyes, which were filled with sorrow and helplessness...
I dropped my feigned playfulness, suddenly pulled her into my arms, hugged her tightly, and bit her earlobe, saying, "Sister, I care about you, you know that."
Fangfang sobbed in my arms, choking back tears, saying, "I just want to see you every day... see you every day..."
I patted her comfortingly, this woman who had been with me for almost two years and was six years older than me. I pushed her away and said, "I'm leaving, I have things to do. Really, Heizi is getting out of prison today, I have to go pick him up. Oh, and give me my salary for this month. Hehe, I fed you today, you should give me my salary for this month now."
The landlady, Fangfang, struggled to stand up, straightened her clothes and hair, and said, "Wait here for me."
She opened the door and went out.
Fangfang wasn't Pan Jinlian; she was devoted to her alcoholic husband, loyal and devoted. Moreover, she managed him with restraint, knowing exactly how much alcohol he drank each day, what brand he drank, how many cigarettes he smoked, and what brand he smoked. Her monthly allowance was also reasonable and measured. Her husband was also enjoying himself, oblivious to everything, living each day in a drunken stupor, a world unto itself. Every time the saleswoman at the photo studio saw him stagger in, she'd say, "The best mailman in history has arrived!"
Haha, every beautiful woman, especially those considered successful on the street, has a story behind them; no need to delve into it. Beauty, like a lotus, grows from the mud.
"Here's five thousand yuan, take it and use it first,"
Fangfang said, stuffing a wad of RMB into my pocket. I smiled and didn't refuse. I only earned eight hundred yuan a month working as a digital graphic designer for her.
"Go on, you're busy. I've already designed the promotional posters and flyers for the anniversary sale and sent them to the printing factory; remember to call and follow up."
I kissed Fangfang's thin, sexy lips again, which she had just rinsed. I opened the door and left, leaving her alone in the graphic design room on the second floor.
◇◇◇◇◇ Going downstairs, I ran into Yingzi, the saleswoman, on the stairs as she went to the warehouse to find photos for a customer. When she saw me, the professional smile she had been giving customers vanished instantly, and she stood abruptly on the stairs, staring at me with a complicated expression.
Sakura hadn't been at this photo studio long, but because of her good looks, eloquence, and seemingly genuine professional smile, her order volume was in no way inferior to the veteran sales staff.
My workload wasn't heavy; I worked as the digital post-production supervisor, which basically meant checking the quality of the work done by the other digital artists, conducting training, and maintaining the computers and network. It was actually quite relaxed; the digital post-production in photo studios followed a fixed routine, so there wasn't much to check.
The computers these days are much better than before, generally without any digital problems. So I spent a lot of time joking around with the makeup artists downstairs and the sales staff, telling dirty jokes, and maybe even making unwanted advances. Especially the new girls, who didn't know anything, and because there were actually a lot of conflicts between the sales staff and between the sales staff and makeup artists in the studio—it was all just a facade. So the new girls all liked to curry favor with me, asking for my advice and to reveal the various "secrets" of the photo studio. I got along very well with Yingzi, who was also incredibly smart. Although she was adept at dealing with customers, she wasn't exactly a scheming girl. I took extra care of her, telling her how to avoid being bullied or ostracized, maintain good relationships, and work smoothly in a photo studio where everyone was shrewd and comprised of nearly twenty women (three women make a drama, twenty women, haha, that's a whole show!).
My affair with the boss, Fangfang, was only known to Fangfang's confidante—the studio's accountant. Perhaps some other shrewd girls here had also noticed, but girls these days are smart enough to know what to say and what not to say.
I just thought she was kind and obedient, nothing more. I knew very well that harming a girl like that was insidious and troublesome. So when I felt she looked at me strangely, I deliberately distanced myself from her. I often told dirty jokes and even groped other more outgoing girls or young women in front of her when there were no customers in the shop. Let her know I'm not a pushover.
Once, a few of us close colleagues had a dinner party, and Yingzi was there too. We had a really wild time that day, drinking quite a bit during dinner and then going to a karaoke bar to continue drinking. I always attract a lot of attention at these kinds of events, haha, I'm leading a bunch of beautiful girls, they probably think I'm some kind of pimp. Yingzi acted very strangely that time. She rarely drinks, but that time she drank a lot of baijiu and beer mixed together, and she drank whatever was offered, no matter who offered it to her. There were quite a few heavy drinkers among our group of girls.
After we finished singing at the karaoke bar, it just so happened that my place was on the same route as Yingzi's, and the others weren't going that way. I had to help Yingzi, who had thrown up once, take her home. I had also drunk quite a bit, and I was pretty drunk too. The taxi driver joked with me, "Brother, which hotel to go to? This chick is pretty."
I said, "Nowhere, home. I'm fucking drunk and can't move my limbs."
I reached out and hugged Yingzi to prevent her from swaying and bumping into me. Sakura was restless in my arms the whole way, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing. I gently held her, patting her back lightly. It was early summer, and she wasn't wearing many clothes, so I could feel Sakura's youthful body and supple skin. Unfortunately, I'm no longer a young lad, and I didn't experience any physical reaction or get an erection just because a beautiful woman was in my arms.
After a while, Sakura, perhaps feeling the effects of the alcohol wear off, realized something was wrong. Seeing that I was in the car with her and she was still clinging to me, she pulled my face close to hers for a few seconds to confirm, then suddenly hugged me tightly and wouldn't move. Her firm breasts pressed against my body. When we arrived at Sakura's apartment, I helped her out of the taxi. I asked her if she could go upstairs by herself. She didn't answer, still leaning on me. I had no choice but to help her upstairs and open the door for her.
As soon as the door closed, before I could even turn on the light, Sakura hugged me and kissed me passionately. Haha, a common scene in movies, a frequent trope in novels—something I've experienced many times with different women. I know this kind of frenzied emotion is mostly feigned; sometimes I'm the one faking it, sometimes the woman is.
But with a beautiful girl like Sakura, I couldn't use my usual tricks, using my lips and tongue to fuel the frenzy. I had to quickly disarm her with my hands. I can undo all sorts of bras, skirts, and jeans in the fastest way, whether they're front-opening or back-opening, hook-and-eye or button-up. Then, I pull out my penis, spread her thighs, pin her against the wall, and thrust in fiercely and quickly.
I just stand there letting Sakura kiss me. Obviously, she lacks experience; she just frantically sucks on my lips, not yet knowing how to use her tongue to explore the other person's mouth. Sakura is clumsy but persistent; even though I don't respond, she still hugs and kisses me relentlessly. Perhaps it's the alcohol; otherwise, how could such a slender body burst forth with such passion?
I sighed inwardly; I knew this wouldn't do, I had to soothe Sakura's passion. I pinned Sakura against the door, opened my mouth, and began a passionate, wet kiss with her, guiding and teasing her mouth and tongue with my tongue. My hand slipped inside Sakura's skirt, and through the thin pantyhose, skillfully and forcefully rubbed the most sensitive part of Sakura's vulva. With my skillful touch, Sakura reached her climax in no time. Her muscles relaxed, and the moans in my ear subsided.
I turned on the light and looked around. The house wasn't big and was a bit old, but Sakura had kept it clean and decorated it warmly. I carried Sakura to the bed in the bedroom and took off her shoes. I got a towel and wiped the sweat off her face. I was also panting from the intense activity, feeling the effects of the alcohol. I lay down next to Sakura, fully clothed, and soon fell asleep. I was woken by my
alarm clock in the morning. I struggled to open my eyes and found Sakura already dressed and ready, sitting by the bed, staring blankly at me. Even when she saw I was awake, she didn't change position, just kept staring at me. Her gaze was empty and complex. I don't know how long she'd been looking at me like that.
"Why are you staring at me? I'm not going to turn into a fried dough stick. Do you have a new toothbrush?"
Sakura didn't answer, but simply pointed to the bathroom. I got up and went to the bathroom. I saw a new toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed onto it, lying on a disposable paper cup filled with water. While brushing my teeth, I noticed freshly washed pantyhose and underwear hanging on a wire hanging nearby.
◇◇◇◇◇ From that time on, Yingzi never spoke to me again, only looking at me with an indescribable expression when it was just the two of us.
Looking at Yingzi standing on the stairs, staring blankly at me, I smiled and said, "Sister Yingzi, I'm leaving. I won't be working here anymore. If you want to see me again, just call me and treat me to dinner, then you can see me as much as you want, hehe."
I walked past the still dazed Yingzi, went downstairs, passed through the lavishly decorated lobby of the photo studio, opened the door, and walked out. The other saleswomen and makeup artists were busy and didn't notice my departure; I hadn't told them I was resigning.
Today, Heizi is released from prison; I'm going to pick him up.

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