[Yating, who became a lecherous old man's sex pot] (The End) Author: s0755208

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image The Wenhua Building is an 84-unit apartment building in the city center. That afternoon, security guard Ah Jie and cleaner Old Zhang
were chatting at the counter on the first floor during their free time.

"Did you go there to see Xiao Qi again last night?" Ah Jie asked.

"Yes, I just like her. A hot girl, good service and not in a rush. Just a bit pricey." "

I saw that when he's busy, his pussy is practically ripped apart."

Old Zhang nodded. "If there's a long line, I'll find someone else."

Old Zhang was a 60-year-old man, physically strong. Ah Jie was of medium build, a middle-aged security guard on the early shift, with
a beer belly that looked like he was pregnant. Both were single men, talking about finding prostitutes for sex. Old Zhang had a habit of seeking out
prostitutes for sexual gratification and was very familiar with the practice. Halfway through their conversation, a man and a woman emerged from the elevator. The man was Cao An, an
insurance agent, and the woman was Chen Yating, a resident. After they left the building, Old Zhang made a lewd gesture.

"They must have been having sex just now," he said.

Ah Jie chuckled. "You know that too?" "

I happened to see that guy going to Yating's house once. That girl was heavily made up, with big
dark circles eyes, and wearing a sexy nightgown with a thin, short skirt." He leaned closer to Ah Jie and whispered, "Like a prostitute."

He also whispered, "Yating will be furious if she knows you said that."

Chen Yating was a young woman with an oval face, fair skin, long dyed blonde hair, and a
shapely figure, dressed like a Western woman. In private, she would make lewd jokes with the security guards and Old Zhang, and sometimes she would give Old
Zhang sexual advances, but only in an ambiguous way, as if she was teasing him, making him itchy but
unable .

After returning to the building, Ya Ting, whom Old Zhang had described as looking like a prostitute, smiled and nodded at them as she passed the counter
before waiting for the elevator. Ya Ting wore a short skirt dress, her long blonde hair swaying with her movements, her long
, shapely legs clicking in her high-heeled sandals, making Old Zhang's mouth dry just looking at her.

She noticed Old Zhang's glances and responded with a wink and a sway of her hips as she entered the elevator.

"Little slut," Old Zhang thought to himself. After Ya Ting went upstairs, the two talked about her behind her back.

"I heard Ya Ting is Mr. Zhan's mistress here," A-Jie said.

"A vixen. Look at that girl wearing those green contact lenses, dressed like a foreign woman."

"They're so far apart in age, that young girl could be his daughter."

"She's only after his money, he doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, or pleasure. Otherwise, what do you think that girl is after?" He
unconsciously scratched his semi-erect penis through his pants. "Look at how he treats me all the time, isn't that interesting?"

He laughed and said, "You're like a toad dreaming of eating swan meat. He's just teasing you, you're not Mr. Zhan."

"What about that kid Cao An?"

"Don't know. Maybe it's not what you think."

"Bullshit. Cao An must have slept with that girl."

Recently, the rumored affair between the foreign-looking Ya Ting and Cao An was a topic of gossip they would discuss in private.

One month later, in the afternoon, Old Zhang was upstairs collecting recyclables, one of his jobs, and he
had to collect from every floor. As he pulled his cart on the 12th floor, he found a key in the lock of Ya Ting's suite,
and he could faintly hear a clicking sound coming from inside. Except for his floor, which was quiet and empty, he could hear it clearly when he leaned close to the door; the small, rhythmic clicking
sound was very distinct.

He occasionally discovered that residents had forgotten to remove their keys, usually handing them over to
the security guard . This time was different. He carefully and silently turned the key,
then pushed the handle open a little. The sound became louder and clearer – the bed was shaking violently, accompanied by creaking and groaning
from .

He suddenly seemed to remember something, glanced around the floor, and
seeing no one else—in his experience working here, except for holidays at this time of day—decided to take the risk. He took off
his shoes , pushed the door open a little to slip inside. Like a thief, he quietly crept into the room along the bathroom wall.
He was startled to see the reflection in the mirror on the dressing table: Ya-ting and Cao An were
having sex. Because of their positions, they didn't notice Old Zhang peeping.

"I'm talking nonsense."

What was that girl saying? Old Zhang wondered. He didn't understand foreign languages.

He saw Ya-ting squatting on Cao An with her back to him, her long golden hair pulled back, revealing her entire
fair back.

She squatted upright, her hands on Cao An's abdomen, moving rhythmically like pistons.

Ya-ting stroked her breasts and said, "It's like my current was made
for you."

That voice sent shivers down Zhang's spine.

He took out his phone from his pocket, pointed the camera at them, and started recording. During the recording, Ya-ting gave him a blowjob for a while
before squatting back down. After recording for a few minutes, he didn't dare linger. As before, he quietly left, closed the door,
and left the key behind.

The next day, Zhang met Ya-ting, and they interacted as usual, chatting and laughing familiarly. It was as if the secret filming
had never happened.

Initially, he planned to keep the video on his phone for his own viewing, until he changed his mind and used it to blackmail Ya-ting.

A week later, in the evening, Mr. Zhang lived in his old five-story apartment building behind the Wenhua Building
.

He had a habit of visiting prostitutes for sexual gratification, but he didn't earn much money and couldn't go often. He wanted to go back to his usual
haunts to have some fun with the women he knew, but he was short of money these days and planned to use
a doll he kept under his bed as a temporary solution. It was a lifelike silicone doll in a rectangular cardboard box,
a tool for him to relieve his sexual tension when he couldn't afford to visit prostitutes.

As he held the doll, pressed it against the bed, and thrust into its artificial vagina, fantasizing that it was Ya-ting, the blonde, green-
eyed, flamboyant young woman he had secretly filmed, a wicked thought flashed through his mind, making him stop. He
released the doll, pulled his penis out of the artificial vagina, and sat on the edge of the bed, pondering his earlier thought. Driven by lust,
he decided to do it this way. If the woman was willing to comply, things would be easier; if she wasn't, he could simply
cut ties and never speak to her again.

The next day, Mr. Zhang met Ya-ting at the mailbox wall behind the first floor of the Wenhua Building. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top and...
Wearing shorts, she had just returned from outside, carrying a small convenience store bag with several cans of drinks.

"Hey little sister, come here for a second, I have something I want you to see," Mr. Zhang beckoned.

"Uncle, what is it?" Her beautifully applied eyelashes fluttered twice.

Mr. Zhang looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took out his phone and turned the screen towards her, causing her eyes to widen
and gasp. She instinctively reached out to grab it, but he dodged her.

"You're taking pictures?!" Ya-ting exclaimed, her face changing color.

"What will Mr. Zhan do when he sees the video?" He smirked. "It's not convenient to talk here. Let's
go to the storage room downstairs; there's no one there."

The storage room was in the basement parking lot, where Mr. Zhang kept his cleaning supplies and other odds and ends. "Uncle, you're not going to show it to him, are you? I have no grudge against you; I'll be in trouble if I do," Ya-ting said

worriedly . "Don't worry, I won't show it to him," Mr. Zhang thought to himself: If he finds out, you'll be dumped. "Then delete the video." She clasped her hands together and pleaded, "Please, Uncle!" "As long as you're willing to do it with me, I won't let Mr. Zhan know about the video." His eyes were fixed on Ya-ting's hot waist, and his old penis began to stir restlessly. He had been eyeing this sexy girl for a long time; her long, dyed blonde hair, oval face, green contact lenses, and foreign woman's attire. "Sister, what do you say?" Uncle Zhang urged, the white skin exposed by her bra strap making him swallow hard. "You're threatening me!" she said angrily. "It's just a game, let me have some fun and it'll be fine, otherwise I'll show it to Mr. Zhan." He said with a grin, turning to leave. "Okay, okay," she said, grabbing Uncle Zhang's arm. "What do you want?" "To do it in your room, now." He chuckled. "I don't have much to do today, and I've almost finished my work, so I have some time," Old Zhang said confidently, unabashedly touching his erect penis through his trousers in front of her, looking eager to try it out. Ya Ting was initially shocked and angry at his audacity, but after a moment, her shoulders slumped, and she sighed in submission . She lowered her head, biting her lower lip thoughtfully, and said, "I'll go upstairs to my room first, then you can come up." Following her instructions, Old Zhang waited a moment before leaving the storage room and going upstairs into her suite. "Uncle, you must keep your promise," Ya Ting said. "Of course. Besides, showing it to him won't do me any good, and he won't thank me." Ya Ting glanced at his filthy appearance after work and smelled the stench of sweat. "Go take a shower first; you can on the wall hanger." Old Zhang took off his clothes, his penis already hard as an iron rod. Ya-ting took off her clothes one by one, revealing a thong, until she was completely naked. Old Zhang noticed that her pubic hair, like her head hair, was dyed blonde. She tied her long blonde hair up and went into the bathroom, with him following behind. Once inside, he couldn't resist the urge to her. He grabbed her from behind and began groping her, grabbing and kneading her breasts, then probing her vulva until she twisted and broke free. After washing and drying themselves, they returned to the room. Ya-ting took a condom from the vanity drawer and made him put it on, then took a bottle of water-based lubricant from the bedside table. Old Zhang removed the foil binding and took out the condom. Ya-ting sat on the edge of the bed, applied the lubricant to her fingers, and began to apply it along her labia into her vagina. Old Zhang, holding the reservoir tip of the condom, put it on his entire penis, starting from the glans. Then, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep, he pushed Ya-ting down onto the bed, spreading her legs and pressing them against her breasts. Because she was being coerced, she turned her face away, expressionless . " This little slut is like a dead fish," Old Zhang thought. He grabbed her breasts, held his penis, rubbed the glans against her labia, thrust his hips forward, and shoved his entire penis inside . He was currently fucking Ya Ting's pussy. "Sister, you should cooperate a bit," Old Zhang said somewhat displeased. Ya Ting rolled her eyes, wanting the old man to ejaculate and get out of there quickly. She pretended to cooperate willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck, crossing her legs and hooking them around his waist, uttering seductive foreign moans. "That's really how I like it . Oh, yes, oh..." Old Zhang knew she was being forced to cooperate and wasn't being genuine, but the visual and auditory stimulation from Ya Ting's blonde hair, green eyes, and moans made him fantasize about having sex with a foreign woman, which made him even more excited. Ya-ting hooked her arms around his neck and said, "You're so funny, good in bed ." He got up and pulled Ya-ting up, making her turn over and lie face down on all fours. Then he pulled the slippery end of the condom to put it on, and guided his penis to her buttocks. He thrust his hips forward, his stomach slamming into , his glans hitting her cervix like a dragon striking its prey. "Oh ho ho!" Ya-ting cried out softly, "I love it when you're so funny." Old Zhang slapped her buttocks hard as he fucked her pussy. "Say it again! Keep going!" "Yessssss! Fuck me, baby!!! Fuck me!!" Although Old Zhang couldn't understand foreign languages and didn't know what she was shouting, he felt great, like he was having sex with a foreign woman. She said in a tingling voice, "You fuck like a conversation." Old Zhang was extremely excited, as if he had taken some kind of drug. He put one hand on Ya Ting's waist, tied up her long golden hair and held it tightly in his hand, and vigorously slammed her buttocks and fucked her pussy. "I'm about to burst, you feels of fucking good!" After a while, Old Zhang's testicles suddenly contracted, his body shuddered, and he ejaculated. "Uncle, don't forget what you promised." Ya-ting sat naked on the edge of the bed, tying a knot at the end of the condom with both hands. The reservoir was filled with a bag of milky white semen, which she was about to wrap in a tissue and throw away . "Don't worry, little sister." Old Zhang stood by the bed, wiping the remaining semen from his glans with toilet paper. "That's good. Now get out of here." She wanted the old man to get lost. Old Zhang pulled up his pants, glanced at the foreign-looking Ya-ting, and left with lingering desire. In the following month, Old Zhang found opportunities to blackmail and seduce that slutty little sister several times.

Because of the secretly filmed video, Ya-ting stopped letting Cao An philander with her, seemingly wary of something. Old Zhang
avoided the two days Mr. Zhan would come to stay overnight each Saturday and Sunday, instead finding opportunities to meet her for sex.
Unless she wanted to break off relations with Mr. Zhan or cease all contact, the video could continue to be used to blackmail him.

One evening, behind the Wenhua Building, in Old Zhang's old apartment,

Old Zhang stood naked beside his single bed, with the blonde, green-eyed Ya-ting kneeling beneath him, giving him a blowjob.

Ya-ting was only wearing a thin-strapped lingerie top and black stockings. She had brought
it .

"I can't take it, this girl really knows how to give a blowjob," Old Zhang thought. His buttocks twitched, looking somewhat overwhelmed.
Ya-ting grasped his penis, her mouth tightly holding the glans, pushing and turning her hands to give him a blowjob, and also licking his scrotum. Old Zhang
pulled his penis out of her mouth, lay down on the single bed, and told her to lie face down with her buttocks towards his face while he
continued to give her oral sex.

"Not tasties better than yours,"
she said, brushing her long blonde hair aside and lowering her head to take the head of his penis into her mouth.

"Oh!~ Holy crap!" Old Zhang's scalp tingled, his buttocks tightened, and he trembled with pleasure as he cried out.

"You make me want to be awesome," she said playfully
, licking the head of his penis back and forth with the tip of her tongue.

Old Zhang lay on the bed, thoroughly enjoying himself. After a while, he patted her buttocks and said,
"Alright, little sister. You can sit on me now."

She agreed, "Okay."

With the condom on, the Western-looking Ya Ting swept her long blonde hair behind her shoulders, squatted down, held his penis, and
rubbed the glans against her labia. As she sat down, the entire penis went in, leaving only her testicles underneath
.

She twisted her hips, rubbing the glans against her vagina, and said, "Feel so good."

She placed her hands on her knees, straightened her back, and squatted, rhythmically thrusting and manipulating his penis beneath her.

"That secretly how I like it. Oh hhh! Ya
hhhh…" she shouted wildly.

The louder she screamed, the more frantic her movements became. Her long golden hair bounced, and her buttocks repeatedly slammed against Old Zhang's
thighs, manipulating his penis. The bed creaked and vibrated.

"Damn! This slut is unbearable," Old Zhang thought.

Ya Ting's sexy lingerie and black stockings, sitting directly on him, were incredibly stimulating. Combined with her
wanton expression and ecstatic moans, he felt his breathing quicken, overwhelmed.

"Sister, let's change positions," Old Zhang said, sitting up and turning Ya Ting
onto the bed. He wiped the sweat from his brow, straightened his back, and
slowly , trying to ease the earlier intensity.

She said lasciviously, "Tell me, my favorite
girl," raising her legs and teasing his body with her toes.

She didn't want to drag it out; she just wanted the old man to ejaculate quickly, so she kept stimulating him.

Old Zhang couldn't help but thrust faster and faster, grabbing her hands and pulling them straight across her abdomen.

"Oh ho ho! Yes fucking good!"

He was extremely excited, staring at the blonde, green-eyed Ya Ting, gripping her hands tightly, and thrusting his hips forcefully into
her vagina.

Not long after, his testicles contracted, he made a dry sound, his body shuddered, and he ejaculated.

The next night, in Old Zhang's old apartment,

the foreign-looking Ya Ting lay on the bed in a doggy-style position, dressed the same as the night before—a sexy lingerie outfit and black stockings.
Old Zhang stood behind her, under the bed, his hands on her waist, fucking her vagina.
A used, knotted condom from the previous night was in the trash can nearby.

Ya Ting had arrived almost an hour earlier as agreed, and the two were currently having sex.

"Oh! Yeoh! Ye," she cried out, her voice tingling. "Spanky.
Harder!"

"You little slut!" He slapped Ya-ting's buttocks every now and then while fucking her pussy.

The next night, in Old Zhang's old apartment

, Old Zhang was on the bed, fucking the foreign-looking Ya-ting. He was breathing heavily, thrusting
his hips and buttocks with all his might.

The following afternoon, in the Wen Hua Suite Building,

Old Zhang was sitting on the top floor steps, smoking and resting. He had just finished cleaning all the windows on one side of the building
and looked very tired. He was physically strong and could handle this job with ease, but
after three consecutive days of exhausting himself and having sex with that slutty young girl three times, he was clearly fatigued and his work was not so easy anymore.
He stood up, straightened his back, and stretched his limbs, his mind replaying the memory of last night's sex. He had pressed
his sister's soft, jelly-like breasts against the bed, fucking her tight pussy, unconsciously touching his old penis through
his pants , and muttering "little slut" under his breath.

"Then he immediately grabbed a tissue and started wiping Dai Ling's chest," Ya Ting laughed, covering her mouth. "Dai
Ling was completely stunned, and so was Annie!" She chatted with the security guard, Ah Jie, at the counter on the first floor.

"He was taking advantage of the situation

, wasn't he?" "His girlfriend was right there, he wouldn't dare," Ya Ting shook her head.

"Like this?" He opened his palm, his fingers slightly bent, and drew circles on his chest. Ya Ting
laughed .

"What's so funny?" Old Zhang suddenly appeared, coming from the side to their side.

Ya Ting's eyes met Old Zhang's unintentionally, her cheeks flushed, and she subconsciously lowered her head and looked away.
Old Zhang looked directly at her without looking away, acting as if nothing had happened between them, and greeted her with his usual
cheerful smile .

Ya Ting looked at A-Jie and said, "Uncle, let's talk next time, I'm leaving now." Then she turned her face away,
hooked her small bag, and walked out of the building with a clattering sound in her high heels, seemingly trying to avoid Old Zhang.

"That girl was talking about her friend's funny story," A-Jie said.

Old Zhang went behind the counter, pulled out a chair, and sat down. A-Jie also sat down, looked at him, and asked, "A lot of
things to do ?"

"No." "

You looked very tired, I thought you had a lot to do."

"I haven't slept well these past few days, I'm not feeling well." He lied; he wouldn't mention threatening Ya Ting. He no longer...
He was a young man who had slept with Yating's younger sister for three consecutive days, exhausting himself. He knew he had overdone it the past few days and,
aware of his physical condition, planned to rest for a while.

Old Zhang knew that the video he had used to blackmail Yating might become unusable at any time—perhaps now, tomorrow,
a week, a month, or even several months—depending entirely on Yating's decision and her
relationship with Mr. Zhan.

From then on, Old Zhang would save his money to visit prostitutes, because that foreign-looking Yating had become nothing more than
a sex object for his sexual gratification.

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