【Enjoying Life in a Foreign Land Series】(May-July) Author: dily52125

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Click to see larger image (5) It is very tiring

to exchange yellow books for the underwear of a beautiful female colleague . I will try to increase the number of this series as a way to train my memory. First of all, let me say something unrelated. I saw a pretentious person replying to my two articles saying that I was bragging. I write novels and I can't stand it anymore. But he really has a keen eye. To this kind of pretentious person, I only have one sentence: Don't act like you 've seen it all and are so great. You are a loser who laughs at others' lack and hates others' possessions. I am destined to be a loser for life. I patiently found my first prey in City A by wearing sheep's clothing and entered Fei Jie's body during a trip. But I also had times when I failed. To be precise, it was quite embarrassing. It was the day before National Day that year. Because we were preparing for the afternoon's business department summary meeting, I, several group leaders, and our business director's assistant, Nuonuo, were organizing materials in the small conference room that morning. By noon, only my business group had some data issues, so Nuonuo and I stayed at the meeting during our lunch break. I provided her with a few basic reports and then took a nap. When I woke up, Nuonuo was engrossed in reading my laptop. I was sitting behind her, and she didn't notice I was awake. I slowly leaned closer , and lo and behold, she was reading one of those really raunchy and violent articles I'd written out of boredom. She was so absorbed in it that I was practically touching her and she didn't even notice. After finishing one, she opened another—"Young Woman Bai Jie"! She used Word's open command to access the recently used documents list and opened the usage traces I hadn't had time to delete. "Young Woman Bai Jie" was something I'd read the night before, but thankfully, that article saved me. Nuonuo was so engrossed in reading, her chest pressed against the long table, her face flushed, and her little hands excitedly clasped together. I didn't dare disturb her; it was too damn awkward. I felt like the honest, kind, and upright image I'd always cultivated at the company was about to crumble. I sat back down to think of a solution. Just as I was finishing up, Nuonuo stirred. She grabbed her USB drive and started copying something. Copying! Good heavens! Was she going to go back and brag to her best friend and husband that this was a trophy ? Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Just as Nuonuo was about to pull out the USB drive, I preemptively grabbed it. Nuonuo was terrified, jumping up with a scream. Seeing it was me, she breathed a sigh of relief, her face flushing red. But she quickly realized she was asking for the USB drive, and of course, I wouldn't give it to her. So we started fighting, and in the struggle, we became entangled, rubbing against each other's chests and thighs. After a while, we calmed down and started negotiating. Finally, I handed over the USB drive, and Nuonuo promised to keep it a secret. I had no choice; the USB drive was company-issued, and I couldn't keep it. I had to trust this woman's word for now. Seeing that I had given in, Nono became smug and arrogantly opened my e-book folder, confiscating all the very explicit and violent books. I was feeling annoyed when she blushed and leaned in to ask where I downloaded the latest chapter of "The Young Woman Bai Jie." So she was a horny woman too. Seeing her true colors revealed, I didn't agree and asked her for something in return. She stood up pretending I was going to go out and tell everyone about my exploits. I wasn't afraid of her anymore. I pulled her into my arms, my left hand groping her breast, and my right hand slipping inside her skirt. Before she could react, it was already inside her panties, which were already wet . Nono didn't expect me to be so bold. She let out a soft moan and buried her head in my chest, biting my breast through my clothes. I didn't let go, but instead teased her clitoris from all angles. I didn't dare to be too forward at the company, but when she was in a daze and moaning from my caresses, I inserted two fingers into her vagina. My skillful technique made her give up resisting, and I took advantage of her weakness to take off her panties and keep them. This girl was actually wearing very cute cartoon panties; I would never have guessed it until I got them. After she calmed down from the comfort of my phone, she asked me to hand over her panties, since she had a meeting in the afternoon and couldn't go without them. So I went to a nearby supermarket and bought her a new pair. I took the panties soaked with her love juice home, and I forgot where they went afterward. The little girl pouted and put on the new panties in front of me, constantly calling me a repressed pervert. I didn't hold back either; from now on I'll call her a horny girl. (VI) The yoga girl I met too late has been struggling with her ex-boyfriend lately and hasn't had sex for a while. The day before yesterday, she was recalled to headquarters to report on her work and returned to City A. The company is very generous. Even though I've been seconded to another location, they haven't cancelled the apartment they rented for me because I need to come back often. They even allowed me to find a roommate to help manage the apartment , making it convenient for me to spend weekends there. I have a habit of running. Not far behind the community, there's a section of antique-style city wall by the lake, which seems to be a government-developed tourist attraction. The path along the lake is at the foot of the wall, quite far from the square, so it's quiet and less crowded—a great place for morning exercise . For the past two years, I've consistently run every day, and every other day I run up the city wall's steps. This section of the wall has a corner tower, and below it is a platform where a girl often does yoga while running. Since we live in the same community, we've gotten to know each other after seeing each other a few times and exchanging greetings. Sometimes we even chat when we bump into each other in the community. Actually, she's not really a girl anymore; she's a very youthful-looking divorced woman. She's not very tall, around 160cm. While not exceptionally beautiful, girls who practice yoga usually have great figures, and her curves, encased in her yoga clothes, always make me drool. Yesterday, I went for a run on the stairs again. After a dozen or so, I was drenched in sweat, so I took off my tank top and started running again. As I ran down, the yoga girl came up to me. Girls who exercise are the most beautiful; glistening with sweat, panting softly, her heaving B-cup breasts were incredibly alluring, and her face, radiant with excitement, made me feel quite worldly if I didn't immediately drool. It had been a while since I'd seen her, and she seemed surprised , but I think she was even more surprised by my long-unseen six-pack abs. I glanced at my not-so-handsome face, then my gaze lingered on her lower body. In the city where I'm stationed, there are no stairs to climb, and the running environment isn't great, so I frequent gyms , focusing on building muscle lately. It seems that sweaty men can be quite attractive too; looking at her slightly pursed lips, I felt an urge to tan my still-undefined V-line. As usual, we didn't say much; I just glanced at her as she did a difficult stretch on the way up.

She displayed her beautiful figure. Tired from running, I stood by, panting, admiring her, which made several of my movements
awkward .

We went home together after our workout, passing the morning market. She asked why I didn't buy breakfast, and I said I
didn't like eating out. She then said she had made millet porridge and invited me to eat with her. It was an unexpected invitation; could I refuse?
When

we arrived at her house, she washed her hands and went to the kitchen to get the porridge. I washed my hands and followed her in. Looking at
the curves of her body, I couldn't resist pressing against her and hugging her from behind.

She turned her head and looked at me, saying, "I think I just invited you over for porridge, huh?"

I pressed my face close to hers, almost nose to nose: "Isn't there any staple food for breakfast?" She didn't avoid the question and asked
directly , "What do you want to eat?"

I immediately bit her lips and started sucking. She responded passionately, putting down her bowl and wrapping her arms around my neck. We kissed
for a while and then stopped. I asked her if she had any condoms. She rolled her eyes at me, told me to get my own porridge, and left
the kitchen.

When she came back, she was holding a condom and asked me if it had an expiration date. I didn't answer, just took
the condom , pulled her into the kitchen, and started kissing her right there in the cupboard. In the throes of passion,
neither of us was clothed from the waist down. I put on the condom, then placed my penis between her legs and slowly began to rub it . She moaned softly
, pulled back her penis a few times, and then placed it at the entrance of her vagina, wrapping her arms around my buttocks. I slowly and gradually
advanced , and she spread her legs, straightening her body to receive my penetration. After less than five minutes of thrusting, I couldn't take it anymore.
The energy I had used up while running couldn't be replenished with just a bowl of millet porridge.

I picked her up and carried her to the living room, where I sat her on the sofa and let her move around. Girls who exercise regularly are
different; even with one breast in
my mouth, she could still sway her hips without much movement
. I could clearly feel my penis going in and out of her vagina, and she even had time to put her other breast, still covered by her clothes, to my mouth. Without hesitation, I bit it through her clothes. After enjoying myself for more than ten minutes, the girl was
exhausted , so I carried her to the bedroom.

Although I was very tired, I didn't want it to end quickly. I gently thrust in and out, savoring the taste of the young woman beneath me.
The girl's body was very flexible; her legs could be spread wide, or bent to her shoulders, and she could do push-ups and
full-body poses—all very effective. A woman's orgasm doesn't entirely depend on how big or thick your penis is; stamina is more important. The girl
lay on the bed moaning and enjoying herself, not forgetting to wipe my sweat. I took the opportunity to chat with her, delaying my ejaculation.
After more than 20 minutes, the girl pulled me onto her body and whispered urgently in my ear, "Faster, I want it faster.
" I smiled mischievously and deliberately slowed down. She became impatient and bit my ear, saying, "Faster, I'm almost there." Hearing this, I immediately
sped up, straightened up, and hugged the girl's legs, thrusting into her rapidly. The girl's body bounced up and down with my thrusts
, her breasts swaying incessantly. She closed her eyes and shouted loudly, "Faster, faster!" Clutching
the pillow , her lower body unconsciously responded to me. The moment her legs straightened, I turned her to the side, making her
lie on her side with her legs together, and began to thrust. As I reached my climax, she curled up a few times, her body
trembling as she cried out, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I didn't dare ejaculate inside, so I remained still, savoring
the powerful embrace of her vagina during orgasm.

After her orgasm, she panted softly, her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow. I went to the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water,
and carried her inside. After I finished rinsing myself, she was leaning over the edge of the tub, looking at me. Seeing me look at her, she asked, "You
didn't ejaculate?"

Of course not, I looked down at my still-erect penis, feeling it was still aching. She
stretched out her hand, gently stroking it. I leaned closer, bringing my face close to hers. This young woman was quite uninhibited; she rolled
her eyes seductively and took my penis into her mouth. Her oral skills weren't great, but she swallowed and released with great enthusiasm.

As I felt my penis getting harder, I stepped into the bathtub, flipped the girl over, and thrust
inside her directly in the water. After a few moments of swaying in the water, feeling cramped, I carried her back to the bedroom, put on
a condom, and pounced on her, who was waiting with her legs spread.

This time, I wasn't so gentle; I used the speed I used to use to climb the stairs, thrusting rapidly. The girl hugged
her legs , trying to arch her body as she watched me go in and out of her, moaning incessantly.

Just as I was getting excited, my phone rang in the living room. I had to stop, without pulling out my penis, and carried
the girl to answer the phone. It was my best friend calling. The girl took the opportunity to escape to the kitchen. I answered the call and followed her in.
It turned out she was hungry and was drinking porridge. I went over, snatched the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp. The girl rolled her
eyes . I leaned over, lifted her onto the cupboard, inserted my penis, and started thrusting while standing.

My best friend called to remind me I had to attend my boss's son's wedding banquet at noon. He asked why I was panting so much
, and I said, "What else could I be doing? Running." My friend told me to stop, and I said, "How can I stop at this crucial moment?" The girl,
hearing this, squinted her seductive eyes and pinched me, but didn't pull away. I couldn't help but listen to my friend's nonsense and started
thrusting . The girl had no choice but to pull her hand back and cover her mouth.

I found this situation exciting, and the girl probably found it even more exciting. After a few thrusts, her face turned bright red, and her hand
wasn't covering her mouth as tightly anymore. Seeing that she was about to cry out, I reached out and grabbed her panties from the side, putting them to her mouth. She
glared at me and tightly covered her mouth. I thrust in hard, and the girl leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. I took the opportunity to stuff
part of the panties inside.

As soon as the panties were inside, the call ended. I freed my hand and, with a wicked grin, stuffed her mouth shut completely.
I whispered in her ear, "I'm coming, hurry up, okay?" The girl nodded, put her hand on my shoulder, and didn't take the panties
out .

I carried the girl back to the bedroom and began my final thrusts. She couldn't make a sound, only letting out soft moans through her watery
eyes. After dozens of thrusts, she couldn't help but take the panties out of her mouth,
hugging me again and crying, "Hurry, I'm coming again!" I pressed her legs together and continued thrusting. She was now in another
state, clinging tightly to me, her lower body clenched so tightly I felt like my penis was about to break.

I thrust a few times, preparing to pull out, but she held my buttocks tightly: "Shoot inside, shoot
inside , it feels so good!" I continued thrusting until my penis throbbed and released its pent-up desire. Her body
trembled a few times with the throbbing.

I carefully removed the condom, checking for leaks.

The delicate, limp girl was carried back to the bathroom and washed clean. She fell asleep in my arms when we returned.

I took a nap in the girl's bed for an hour before meeting up with my best friend.

(VII) The Tragedy of Being Drugged

The company recently had a project, and Company A had tried to win it over multiple times, but was rejected each time. A few days ago, I went to J City to attend
the wedding banquet of a client's son. During the banquet, I met Vice President Li from Company A, who invited me to have dinner privately. Since I still had some
cooperation , and we were both staying at the same hotel where the wedding was being held, I couldn't refuse, so we decided to
have a late-night snack together after the banquet.

Also having the late-night snack with me were two sales managers from Company A, who were also female public relations staff. We were quite familiar with each other,
and after they kept urging me to drink. After a few drinks, I felt something was wrong. I had indulged in too much debauchery a few days ago,
and after a while, I felt my little brother starting to get aroused. Those two women were very pretty, but they weren't pretty enough to make me get an erection just by giving them
a few flirty glances. At first, I thought it was the turtle soup on the table that was working, so I didn't pay attention.
I went to the toilet halfway through and realized something was wrong. When I urinated, my little brother was fully engaged in battle. When I encountered the hotel manager at the entrance of the private room
, I
found caught! This kind of lapse in composure is something I would never normally do. I immediately went back to call my best friend; I thought I might have been
drugged, and I needed to arrange for someone reliable to pick me up.

Once inside the private room, I kept a low profile, claiming I couldn't hold my liquor and wouldn't drink anymore. Mr. Li invited me to
his suite after dinner to experience the hotel's special spa with some masseuses to relax. I reluctantly agreed, suppressing
my urges and continuing to stall for time with the bidding process.

About half an hour later, just as my desire was reaching its peak, my savior arrived—a
girl . Damn,

a best friend is a best friend! Sending a girl to rescue me—that's really something. With her there, an excuse was easy to come up with: "I have an appointment." Amidst the
bewildered I strode away. Once

outside, I got into her car and drove off. I can't stay at this hotel anymore. I'm completely unfamiliar with the area, and they even went so far as to
drug me . They want to frame me? They could just call and report me for soliciting prostitution. Where can I go for justice? I made several
phone calls in the car trying to find someone to relieve my pent-up desire, but the nearest one was over 200 kilometers away. It was so frustrating.
The girl who picked me up was already taken. Although I'd had a fling with my best friend before, and maybe we still are, we're too
close to make a request. How could I ask? "Can I borrow your body to relieve my pent-up desire?" What would I take her for? Would we
still be able to hang out like this? I was thinking, why didn't that bastard drug me more? I'd have an
excuse to give in. Now I had no choice but to have the girl take me home that night.

Getting in the car was agonizing. My heart was pounding like a cat's claws. The girl, already sexy, looked even more alluring
and seductive. The girl's car and her body exuded two different scents that enveloped me. If I hadn't retained a shred of rationality,
I probably would have pulled down my pants and masturbated right in front of her. Once we got into the city, I immediately got out of the car and bought a few bottles of ice-cold water
to cool myself down.

Just as I was wondering which hotel in J city had good "special services," the girl considerately
called and explained my situation. My best friend happened to be with a group of perverts, and less than five minutes later,
he called back, telling me to go to a friend's hotel and wait for him.

After getting to the hotel and showering, my best friend called again, telling me to open the door and let him in.

A very young girl, not tall, with small breasts but a perky butt, wearing a business suit and
light makeup, didn't seem like a sex worker. She probably worked in a shopping mall and had been summoned before her shift ended.
She was probably an acquaintance of a friend, and the girl already knew about me. She came in, said a few words, and then went to shower. Once
she was wet, I put on a condom and went in to have sex.

In all my years, I've never actually been to a brothel. The most exciting "special service" I've ever experienced was having someone use their mouth.
On one hand, I'm not really comfortable with it; I'm reluctant to touch a "steamed bun" that's been eaten by many others. On the other hand,
having sex with someone I don't know well feels awkward; there's no communication, and I don't want to.

It seems like I didn't kiss this girl at all that night. Most of the time, I was just thrusting with my hands on the bed,
watching her moan with her eyes closed, or flipping her over. Aside from the piston-like movements
, there was very little physical contact at the point of penetration. The girl's moans were beautiful, but I had no interest in appreciating them; I just wanted to ejaculate quickly. However, after thrusting for a long time
, I still couldn't ejaculate. In the middle, the girl said she was tired, so I rested for a while and asked her to give me oral sex,
but I still couldn't ejaculate. So I had to push her down and continue. The girl was quite good in bed, responding enthusiastically, but I still couldn't ejaculate. Instead, she had
a violent orgasm
. I was on my hands on the bed, and the girl's arms were wrapped around my neck, her upper body was suspended, her legs were tightly wrapped around me, and her buttocks were thrusting violently to meet my impact. Her moans had turned into incessant screams of "ah ah."

After resting for a while, we continued. It wasn't that I wasn't gentle with her, but my little brother was still going strong. I
tried different positions a few times, but it still didn't work, so I tried rapid thrusting. The girl begged for mercy first; it was too fast, she couldn't handle it
. So I tried nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one… and

then she broke down again, collapsing onto the bed and letting me do whatever I wanted. I had to rest again. We did this on and off, using condoms one after another, and
after a long time , I finally ejaculated. The girl was already exhausted. She had said she'd leave after we were done, but she
collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

I don't know what drug she was given, but she was completely exhausted when I ejaculated. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, my libido
returned, and I woke her up by touching her all over, and we did it again.

The next morning, although I wasn't feeling great, my little brother was still going strong. The girl had rested overnight
and was radiant again. I asked how I wanted to thank her, but she said no, we're friends,
and she had enjoyed herself too. Suddenly, I felt like I was the one who had been paid to prostitute. So, I stripped the girl of her newly put-on clothes and did
some morning exercise with her.

Afterwards, the girl left, and I slept until my best friend knocked on the door in the afternoon.

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