slutty young woman

My name is Wu Mengyao, I'm 25 years old, and I just got married. My husband works for a foreign company and earns a good income, so I don't need to work. I met him through an introduction after I returned home from university. He's fairly good-looking and treats me well, so we dated for a while before getting married. Although I wouldn't call myself a stunning beauty, I'm still quite attractive, with delicate features and a pretty face. Especially my skin, which is smooth as snow; he always says it looks like the skin of a teenage girl. Although I dress more conservatively after being with him, it still can't hide my beautiful figure. I'm 1.65 meters tall with C-cup breasts. They're not huge, but they feel great to the touch. I don't know why, but even after being ravaged by many men, they remain soft and firm, and my nipples and areolas haven't darkened. So, it can conceal my past promiscuous lifestyle. I also pretended well in front of him; I hadn't slept with him before the wedding. On
our wedding day, he was the first to have sex with me. As soon as he entered the house, he carried me to the bed and kissed me passionately, touching my big breasts. I hadn't been fucked in a long time. Since returning from university, I'd been relying on masturbation. Living locally, if I got horny and ran into someone I knew, I'd be doomed, so I was desperately craving it. He slipped his hand inside my bra, caressing my breasts, kneading my nipples, his tongue even licking my saliva. He took off my clothes and bra; this was the first time he'd seen my breasts.
He looked at me and said, "Yaoyao, your breasts are so beautiful."
I pretended to be shy and didn't answer, turning my head away. He didn't say much, seeing my shyness, but he was probably secretly pleased. Little did he know how many men had played with my breasts. He lowered his head and licked my nipples. I'm a sensitive woman; when he kissed and touched me earlier, I had held back from making a sound. I suppressed the pleasure from my nipples, keeping my mouth tightly shut. Luckily, his technique wasn't great, or I wouldn't have been able to take it. He clearly wasn't very experienced, but he was really putting in a lot of effort. He sucked hard on my nipples while taking off his clothes, then my outer garment, leaving me only in my underwear. He was naked, his penis already hard and erect. The size was satisfactory, around 15 or 16 centimeters. I don't like it too big; big ones are pleasurable, but tiring too. After all, marriage isn't a one-night stand; a big one is enough for now. He started licking my lower abdomen, then pulled off my underwear. I deliberately resisted, making it difficult for him to remove it easily. He forcefully pulled off my underwear and brought his mouth to give me oral sex. I enjoy being licked, but I pretended to resist. He still forcefully and clumsily licked me, giving me the feeling that it was his first time giving a woman oral sex.
"Aren't you disgusted?" I asked him.
"Licking will make you feel better. Besides, you're my wife, why would I be disgusted?" His answer
touched me a little. After licking for a while, he lifted his penis to penetrate me. Although my vagina had been with many men, it was still relatively tight, and it had been a long time since I'd had sex. He slowly inserted himself, and I could feel his penis gradually expanding my little pussy. Judging from his expression, he seemed very satisfied, as if he was pleased with my pussy. I immediately felt relieved; as long as I didn't act too lewdly, there wouldn't be a problem. After he penetrated my core, he began to slowly thrust in and out. I bit my lip to suppress any lewd moans, only letting out soft groans occasionally. After a while, I was about to climax, probably because it had been so long since I'd had a penis. He also showed signs of ejaculating. He held me and thrust forcefully a few times before ejaculating, a lot of it, all spraying onto my core. I also climaxed at the same time. He held me contentedly and said, "Wife, that felt so good, I love you." I didn't answer him, but turned around and hugged him back. We fell asleep like that, embracing each other.
For the next few days, I maintained this conservative and passive sex life. He asked me to give him oral sex, but I refused, because I felt I needed to wait a little longer. About two weeks after our wedding, he received a notice from his company that he had to go abroad for a year of study. Because of my behavior before and after the marriage, he felt quite reassured and even guilty that he had to leave me so soon after our wedding.
I comforted him, saying, "It's okay, I can take care of myself. Just take good care of yourself."
He was very touched and said, "You're such a good wife. We have money at home; if you feel bored at home, go on a trip."
The night before he left, we had another passionate night together. Lying in bed, I said, "Darling, you're leaving tomorrow. How would you like me to leave you a memento?" My words were slightly provocative.
He excitedly brought his semi-erect penis to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took it in, deliberately acting awkward, but he seemed very satisfied. I only took it in and teased it a few times, but soon he wasn't satisfied again and said,
"Baby, can you lick it?"
Seeing his pitiful look, I symbolically licked his glans. He held my head and slowly inserted his penis into my throat. I coughed a few times and then spat it out, deliberately acting coquettishly, saying,
"You bad boy, you've corrupted me."
He was very excited today, holding me tightly, kissing my cheeks, licking my lips, and then forcefully taking my lips into his mouth and kissing me. I responded to him, letting him suck on my tongue, which he enjoyed. His hands weren't idle either, taking off my pajamas and groping my body, sometimes kneading my breasts, sometimes caressing my vulva. After kissing for a while, he began to attack my full breasts, kneading and sucking them, sometimes even biting my nipples. I said coquettishly, "Honey, be gentle, you're hurting me." Over these days, his flirting skills have clearly improved, and I'm slowly returning to normal, no longer needing to pretend so hard. He played with my breasts for a while, then started licking my vulva, gently teasing my labia until I was overflowing with lustful fluid.
"Ah...ah..." I gasped, my eyes glazed. A moment later, he slipped his tongue inside, teasing my clitoris with his wet tongue, a mixture of saliva and my love juices. It felt so good, but my vulva was unbearably itchy.
"Ah...you bad boy...stop it..." I couldn't help myself;
I was flushed and writhing shyly. He could tell I was ready for his penis. Looking at my timid expression, he rubbed the head of his penis against my labia a few times before inserting it along the leaking fluid. For some reason, he was a little rougher than usual today; his penis went all the way in at once, and I cried out in surprise, "Ah..." Then he grabbed my waist and started thrusting rapidly. I felt his large penis going in and out of my wet vulva, making squelching sounds, which felt incredibly pleasurable. After a while, he slowed down the intense movement. I closed my legs and let him straddle me, slowly undulating. Although the penetration wasn't deep, it perfectly stimulated my G-spot. He lay down and hugged me, pressing my breasts tightly against his chest, letting me feel a strong masculine scent. He also licked my ear with his tongue, gently blowing air into it, making me feel incredibly itchy but unable to escape. Under this double stimulation, I felt an orgasm approaching after only a few thrusts. Then, my sweaty body began to spasm, and I orgasmed. Unexpectedly, I not only orgasmed but also ejaculated. This was the first time he had made me ejaculate. Thick vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, spraying onto his penis. He felt it and stopped licking my ear, but his penis continued to slowly undulate in rhythm with the contractions of my vagina. I enjoyed the intense orgasm. After I calmed down, he whispered in my ear,
"Baby, was it good?"
"Mmm..." I answered shyly.
"Baby, turn around so I can enter from behind, okay?"
When I didn't answer, he flipped me over. I lay face down on the bed, and he held my waist, lifted my buttocks, and made me kneel. Then he guided his large penis and slowly inserted it from behind. This position allowed for deep penetration. I had just ejaculated, so it was wet and slippery inside, making it very pleasurable for him. He thrust faster and harder, making my large breasts sway back and forth with his thrusts. The constant "slap slap slap" sounds from behind stimulated my hearing. I could only bury my head under the pillow, trying to avoid moaning loudly. He would occasionally come over from behind and touch my breasts. After more than ten minutes, he grabbed my breasts forcefully, thrusting his penis deep inside and ejaculating, bringing me to another orgasm.
The next morning, I took him to the airport. With him gone, I had another chance to indulge myself. I started planning what to do, and suddenly remembered his invitation to go on a trip. A brilliant idea struck me: if staying home wasn't enough, I could go out and have some fun! He was going to the US, and because of the time difference, I usually refused to answer his calls, citing the need not to disturb his work and rest. We only talked on weekends, which left a good impression on him and his family. With the plan in mind, I started to act. I bought a plane ticket to the city where my former university was located, as I was more familiar with the area. I landed around 6 PM, grabbed a quick bite, and booked a room. Looking at the time, it was already 8 PM. I changed into the black thong, lace fishnet stockings, and lace garter belt I had prepared beforehand. I chose a tight black bra, which made my cleavage look even deeper. I looked in the mirror and was very satisfied. I put on some delicate makeup. Over it, I wore a low-cut dress, not too short, just above the knee, and put on some heels. And off I went.
I went to a relatively upscale bar in the area, choosing it because the men there seemed to be of good character. The layout inside hadn't changed much; beautiful women were dancing seductively. I went to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine, waiting for a man to approach me. I'd only taken a couple of sips when someone came over.
"Sexy lady, are you alone?" a well-built man in his thirties asked
. "Yes, alone."
"Would you mind if I bought you a drink? I'm alone too, sitting at that booth over there." He pointed over there.
"Sure," I replied flirtatiously.
We chatted casually for a while. I didn't tell him anything except that I was married. He didn't make any advances, only tentatively touching me a few times while pouring my drink, so I had a good impression of him.
"Let's go for a walk, the night view is nice," he said. Seeing I didn't answer, he called out,
"The bill, please."
We left the bar, chatting as we walked. He was quite talkative and mature. We passed a hotel in less than ten minutes. He apologized, saying,
"Look how careless I am! I only just noticed you were wearing high heels. You must be exhausted. Why don't we rest here?"
"Okay," I said, pretending to be reluctant. I thought to myself, "He's playing games with me. This was all part of your plan, and since it's part of mine, of course I won't refuse. "
After we went inside, he paid for the room. Once inside, he said,
"To show my apology, let me massage your feet. Come
lie down on the bed." "No need, I'll just rest for a bit," I said insincerely. Of course, I'd appreciate a man's service.
"It's alright, otherwise I'd feel bad."
I took off my shoes and slowly lay down. He sat beside my feet and gently massaged them. After a while, he also took off his shoes and came to the bed to massage my calves, even deliberately lifting my legs to see my reaction. I was wearing a skirt, so everything underneath was definitely visible. Seeing that I didn't refuse and was dressed so provocatively, he finally couldn't resist. He climbed on top of me and kissed me. This kind of man is a seasoned hunter; he had already masked the smell of alcohol during our walk with chewing gum, so as not to repel women. At this point, I didn't need to pretend to be an innocent maiden anymore. I responded passionately, letting him suck my tongue. Our tongues intertwined continuously. I started touching my breasts, pulling down my skirt to reveal my sexy lingerie. Looking at my alluring body in my seductive attire, his erection grew, but he wasn't in a hurry. That's the advantage of mature men; they know how to play with women, not just to release their pent-up desires. He lowered his head and gently licked my breasts with his tongue, making me feel ticklish. Sometimes he would even slip his tongue into my cleavage. He pulled down my bra, and my large breasts immediately sprang out. He didn't take off my bra, but instead let it squeeze my breasts even more firmly. He really liked looking at my soft, white breasts with their rosy nipples, and slowly began to play with them. He sucked and kneaded, my breasts constantly changing shape in his hands.
"Ah...so good...suck harder..." I started moaning.
"So you're a slut too." He said as he sucked.
"Isn't it all your fault? Ah...it's all your fault, ah...you're so good at it..."
He would lightly bite and then lick hard, his hands constantly kneading, the pressure just right, it felt great. Soon my nipples were hard, then he moved on to the other one, my whole body felt like countless ants were crawling all over me. After he played with my breasts for a while, I got wet. He moved down to my vulva, gently pressing it. My panties were small, and after a while, they went into my wet hole. It was already wet inside, and the panties made it even more comfortable, making the opening wet.
"Such a sensitive body, you're already so wet."
He reluctantly left my breasts to play with my vulva. He pulled up my panties, which were like ropes, and rubbed them back and forth against my tender vulva, causing the panties to sink deep into my vulva and spill out a little clear fluid.
"Ah... um... ah..."
Seeing how wet I was, he parted my two dripping, wet labia, revealing my pink vaginal canal. He rubbed and caressed my labia minora, sometimes lightly touching my tender clitoris, sometimes inserting his fingers into my vagina and stirring them, going in and out repeatedly, making me overflow with vaginal fluid. He touched my anus with his wet hands, opened his mouth and took my vaginal opening into his mouth, stimulating my warm, moist vagina with his tongue. He inserted one hand into my anus, and with the other hand began to play with my clitoris, his tongue constantly going in and out of my vagina.
"Um... I can't take it anymore... ah... so good..."
Under such stimulation, I soon felt a tingling sensation spreading from the bottom of my heart to my whole body. My whole body trembled, my lower abdomen tightened, and I orgasmed. He actually made me orgasm without using his penis. I lay there, flushed and weak, enjoying the pleasure of my orgasm. He took the opportunity to undress, his penis already erect. He didn't rush to fuck me when he returned; instead, he kissed me and caressed my breasts. I also stroked his penis. After my orgasm, he grinned lewdly and said,
"Feeling good? Want me to feel good too?"
I understood what he meant, so I sat up, hugged his waist, and lowered my head to take his penis into my mouth. He sat there, enjoying my oral sex while playing with my breasts. After a while, I felt tired from licking him like that, so I lay back down, placing a pillow behind my head, and had him kneel in front of me. This made things much easier. He liked it too, because this way he could actively fuck my mouth and see my wanton state. I sucked his penis hard, my tongue coating his glans, teasing and licking it, while also kneading his testicles. Sometimes he would thrust into my mouth forcefully. After licking his penis for a while, I licked his testicles and stroked his penis with my hand.
"Little darling, I love your big tits, let me squeeze them." He wanted me to give him a blowjob.
"Squeezing them like this won't feel good, and there's no oil."
He laughed and somehow produced a bottle of essential oil from the drawer. There was no other way, so I figured I'd do it; it wasn't like I'd never done it before. I took the oil and evenly applied it to his penis, then took off my bra and applied some to the inside of my breasts. He stood up, and I knelt in front of him, using my full, soft breasts to clamp his penis. I supported my white breasts, moving them up and down, sometimes licking his glans. He moved in rhythm, thrusting into my cleavage. Gradually, I felt his penis harden and throb intensely. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I squeezed my breasts hard and moved quickly.
"Ah...hiss...ah..." He groaned comfortably, his large, dark penis ejaculating streams of semen. Because I had my head down, the first, strongest spurt landed on my face, while the rest landed on my chest. I didn't rush to wipe the semen off my face; instead, I focused on squeezing him between my breasts, slowing down to let him finish slowly. Then I wiped the semen off my face and smeared it on my breasts, then used my gloved hand to wipe the semen off his penis. Afterward, I licked it a few times.
"How was it? Was it good?"
"Mmm, it was amazing! You little slut, you're so good at this! Especially seeing the semen on your face, it's so stimulating. Your husband is so lucky."
“My husband and I don’t do that. Is your wife as good as me?”
“She can’t compare to you. Her breasts aren’t as big as yours, she’s not as pretty, and most importantly, she’s not as slutty as you.”
“I’m perfectly innocent in front of my husband, but who knows who she’s moaning under right now.” I giggled and said,
“Then I’ll make you moan under me later.” He wasn’t angry and we teased each other while resting. We both knew that a big battle was coming soon.
“How about you say some lewd things to me loudly later?”
“That depends on your skills.”
“Let’s go take a shower.” By then, we had rested enough.
I took off my stockings and went into the bathroom with him. The room was simply furnished, with a vanity and a large mirror on top, and a shower. He turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and pulled me in to shower together. He tore open the shower gel and started washing my body. I also helped him wash his penis. He really liked my breasts, saying he was applying shower gel to them and kneading and squeezing them, which made me feel itchy again. After rinsing off the shower gel, I noticed my penis was getting hard, so I turned off the shower, knelt down, and gave him oral sex. After a while, it got hard again. He pulled me up, kissed my neck, played with my breasts, and then pulled me out to hold onto the vanity. I spread my legs and stuck out my buttocks, and he licked my pussy and anus from behind, while masturbating to keep his penis hard. I watched him masturbate while enjoying his tongue; after a few licks, I was already wet again.
"Ah... um... so good..." I moaned, and he licked even harder.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore... stop... ah... give it to me..." He then used his fingers to penetrate my pussy.
"What does this little slut want? What will I give you?" he said, while forcefully digging into my pussy.
"I want a big penis, ah..." He was making me feel incredibly good, yet also incredibly uncomfortable.
"Don't call it a penis, call it a cock."
"Mmm... cock, I want a big cock..." I moaned lewdly
, and he was finally satisfied. He lifted his penis and thrust it into my wet hole with a "plop," plunging it all the way in, pumping violently.
"Ah... so good... so comfortable... you're so good at fucking..."
"Little slut, look up in the mirror. Who's being fucked so good?"
"It's me... ah... I'm going to die... ah... don't stop..."
The mirror reflected the scene of him fucking me from behind. My messy hair partially covered my handsome face, which was flushed. My eyes were half-closed, and my sexy little mouth was slightly open as I moaned lewdly. My big breasts swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his thrusts. Looking at my lewd self in the mirror made me even more excited, and the sound of my round buttocks being slapped was an aphrodisiac for me. The engorged penis rubbed against the vaginal walls, and waves of intense pleasure pushed me to the peak.
"Ah... ah... it's coming again... I'm going to cum again..." I climaxed again amidst a series of cries.
"Oh...so tight...so good...oh...you grip so well..." The intense contractions of my vagina after the orgasm also gave him great pleasure.
This time, he didn't give me a chance to catch my breath, but continued to fuck me fiercely. I was already experiencing the pleasure of an orgasm, and with his thrusts all the way in each time, he fucked me to the point of exhaustion. My juices were also flowing out of my wet hole, dripping onto the ground little by little.
"I can't take it anymore...ahhh...you're fucking me to death...your big cock is so good at fucking...ah...I'm going to heaven...it's all the way in..." I screamed loudly to release the pleasure in my body. I knew I was about to cum again.
After he fucked me dozens more times, I orgasmed again. The two consecutive orgasms had greatly depleted my strength. My body was starting to stiffen and I was weak all over. I didn't have the strength to scream loudly anymore. He let me rest for a while, then pulled out his penis and turned me over, using his arms to support my legs. My juices gushed out of my wet hole.
"You're so wet, it feels so good to fuck you."
He said as he thrust his penis back in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he carried me back into the room as he fucked me. He laid me half-reclined on the headboard and slowly began to thrust. This position allowed me to clearly see his large penis going in and out of my cunt, my labia flapping with each thrust. The wetness at the entrance had turned into a thick, white fluid, which was brought out with each thrust. He fucked my cunt slowly and deliberately, teasing me with varying depths, his strong hands kneading my breasts, and occasionally sucking my tongue and licking my ears. After about ten minutes of this, I felt my wetness start flowing out again, and my moans grew louder. My cunt involuntarily clenched his penis tightly.
"Mmm... ah... ah... so good... harder... ah... harder..." He didn't listen to my urging to fuck me harder, but I could clearly feel the depth and speed increasing.
"Ah...give it to me...fuck me harder...harder..." I felt like I was about to climax, and I cried out loudly.
Just then, at the crucial moment, he stopped, pressing the head of his penis against my clitoris. I thought he was afraid of ejaculating and wanted to slow down, but I was wrong. As my climax subsided, he started attacking, stopping again just before I reached my climax. Again and again, he brought me to the edge of climax, then pulled me back again and again. After four or five times, I broke down. I kept thrusting my vaginal muscles, trying to grip his penis tightly, but he held the initiative in this position, and no matter how hard I tried, it only made me more frantic. Finally, I almost cried out,
"Please...um...give it to me...have mercy on me..." He seemed dissatisfied with my cries.
"Ah...please, big cock brother, don't torture me anymore...fuck me hard, tear my vagina apart...fuck me to death...ah...please..." Maybe my cries satisfied him, maybe he was done playing, or maybe he was about to ejaculate. Anyway, I don't know why, but he increased the intensity, and I didn't have time to care, I just kept crying out loudly.
"Ah...fuck me to death...so good...all the way in...I'm going to die...ahhh...love my big cock to death...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum...ahhh..."
He lifted my legs high and thrust in hard with each stroke. I felt him using all his strength with every thrust, going all the way in each time. After a hundred or so wild thrusts, he finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, pressing the head of his penis against my clitoris and shooting his semen deep into my uterus. My uterus felt incredibly hot and comfortable, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out with each tremor. This long-awaited orgasm was incredibly pleasurable, making my whole body feel relaxed and trembling. Afterwards, we lay limp on the bed, and he still kneaded my breasts. We fell asleep soon after.
The next morning, I was woken up by his licking. When I got up, I found my pussy was already wet. I put on my stockings and had sex with him again. This time, I was on top, using my wetness to repeatedly stroke his penis up and down. He kept thrusting upwards, my breasts swaying back and forth. I swayed my hips seductively, and finally, amidst the sounds of our thrusting and my moans, he ejaculated into my wetness, and of course, I orgasmed too. Soon, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid flowed out. I lay on top of him for a while before he went to take a shower.
"You can go now, don't worry about me, I'll rest for a bit," I said to him as I lay on the bed
. "Okay, fine. You get some rest," he replied as he dressed. Before leaving, he came over and grabbed my breasts, sucking on them twice.
I lay on the bed, savoring the moment, fantasizing about the passionate and exciting days to come, and unconsciously a smile crept onto my face as I looked at the ceiling.

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