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[My American client's intimidatingly large penis gave me my first orgasm] (The End) Author: mantoumifan 

Author: mantoumifan
Word Count: 4159


To be honest, I'm a woman with a lot of lustful desires, but I'm very loyal; I only love my current husband. However
, I've never experienced an orgasm, so I've always been searching for that feeling.

One day last summer, an American client came to visit. We used to chat frequently on MSN, so we were quite
familiar . He sent me photos of his wife and daughter. Although he was 36 years old, his 188cm height
and muscular build still gave him the vitality and exuberance of a young man. His wife was tall and thin, but not
as voluptuous as one might imagine. That day, I picked him up from the airport and brought him to the company. He gave me the final inquiry form, and I then prepared
a proposal and quote for him. After some technical discussions and price negotiations, we finally signed a contract. Everything went smoothly and
pleasantly. It was clear he was satisfied with my work. Afterward, I arranged for a driver to book a private
room at a high-end hotel in the city. After chatting with him about some trivial matters at the company, we went to the hotel. Along the way, he was very
polite , and like a child, he was fascinated by some Chinese architecture and scenery, which made me find this client
even more endearing. And he slowly started to get closer to me, just like he did on MSN, as if we were
old friends, not business ties.

Soon we went into a private room. Since it was peak season, all the company sales staff were away
on business trips . He was very happy and said he wanted to have a meal with me alone, that he wanted to say something. I didn't know what to
say, but I had a vague feeling that something would happen tonight.

I ordered some light, Chinese-style dishes for him, and then deliberately asked the waiter to remove the forks.
He said on MSN that he wanted to learn how to use chopsticks from me when he came to China. I love sweet and sour peanuts; although
they're inexpensive, their sweet and sour taste is always a refreshing change after eating greasy food. I watched him
clumsily pick up two chopsticks and start imitating my fingers, trying to hold them between his fingers. Perhaps
the stainless steel chopsticks in the hotel were too heavy, because he accidentally slipped them to the ground. He smiled shyly at me, then continued to learn
earnestly , trying to pick up the peanuts. One, two, three times, after about ten tries, the peanut was finally picked up
. Suddenly, just as it was about to enter his mouth, it fell again. Then, innocently and helplessly, he asked me for help.
I demonstrated again. After he took the chopsticks, he suddenly grabbed my right hand with his other hand, covering it with mine
, and asked me to teach him with my hand. I stood up, and since he was sitting, I leaned over and grabbed his
hand to pick up the peanut. With my help, he finally picked it up and slowly brought it to his mouth. Suddenly, his
elbow touched my breast as he bent it. Because he was afraid of dropping the peanut, he hit it with a lot of force, making
me groan. He hurriedly put down the chopsticks and quickly grabbed my breast with his left hand. What a big hand!
He could grab my E-cup breast in one go. Then he suddenly realized something was wrong, lowered his hand,
shrugged his shoulders, and apologized. But I could see his cheeks starting to turn red. Perhaps it's more noticeable when a white person blushes
. There were only the two of us in the room, and the air felt almost frozen.

After all, he was a man. "I'm...e" broke the silence, and I smiled and returned to my seat. At that moment, an ambiguous atmosphere began to fill
the air . He tried to slowly approach me, and a
strong scent of male hormones, unlike anything I'd ever smelled before, began to surround me. My reserve slowly crumbled; I longed for him
to get closer, but reason told me the truth. Suddenly, he took my right hand and
kissed the back of it. I blushed and quickly lowered my head. Did foreign men also like women blushing? Just as I lowered my head
, I saw his creamy-white pants suddenly bulge. His mouth slowly
moved closer to my ear, his breath growing heavier and heavier. It seemed like ages had passed before his lips touched my
earlobe . My earlobe is one of my most sensitive spots, and I slowly began to lose my senses, wanting to rush into
the arms of this tall man.

His hands began to reach out to me—hands I'd never felt before, long, strong, and
nimble fingers. He began to kiss my eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth. My last shred of reason kept me quiet.
He seemed unhurried, continuing to kiss my earlobe, breathing into it. Then, one hand stroked
my back, while the other began kneading my breasts. It felt so good, those strong hands sending
shivers down my spine. One hand could knead my E-cup breasts so freely—a feeling I'd never experienced before.
His left hand began kneading between my nipples. Suddenly, he pinched them together and pulled them towards
the center, causing my breasts to swell. A tingling sensation spread through my lower body, and I could clearly feel a flow of fluid. Seeing me
close my eyes, he continued trying to open my mouth with his tongue. This time, I didn't resist. His tongue was so strong;
it entered and intertwined with mine, powerful yet gentle. I leaned completely into his arms.

He began to murmur, saying that ever since he saw the photos I sent him, he'd been fantasizing about making love to me.
At 156cm tall, with an E-cup bust, my figure didn't appear disproportionate; in fact, it looked confident and sexy against his professional
attire . My size 35 feet, which he could only find among children in his own country
, made him imagine how slender my waist must be, and
how , to be able to hold his manhood. His left hand incessantly kneaded my breasts, his mouth moving to
the cleavage exposed by my clothes, greedily sucking. His right hand slid down my back to
my buttocks , one finger exploring forward relentlessly. I tried to control myself, to control the breathing of my vaginal opening, because any
stimulation would cause it to open and close. The more I tried to control myself, the stronger my breathing became. Finally, his finger reached
there. I thought he was going to penetrate me, so I closed my eyes and slightly parted my lips. But he didn't. Two
fingers began searching for my clitoris. The clitoris moves when it gets bigger, and for some reason, my movements were so exaggerated
. He began to rub my clitoris. Just then, the waiter knocked on the door.

Impulse is the devil; I had forgotten to tell the waiter. I immediately stood up, adjusted my bra and top, sat down, and
asked the waiter to come in and refill my tea. I brought him some of my favorite Pu'er tea cakes, some that a customer had given me before, to try.

Again, I was speechless. Maybe he'd never had sex with a foreigner before and didn't know what to say, or
maybe he'd never learned English about sex in school.

After the waiter left, he told me he wanted to visit my place; he knew I rented a place in the city all by myself.
A small, well-furnished apartment of about 40 square meters. Still feeling a bit lingering from the earlier conversation, I readily agreed.

Upon entering, there's a combination wardrobe, followed by a 2-meter by 2.3-meter bed, and a glass-enclosed
bathroom. A rotating LCD TV hangs on the wall opposite the bed. He asked if I wanted slippers when he came in, and I chuckled
inwardly —what a charming gentleman! I turned on the TV and invited him to sit down. I could only sit on the bed;
I'm usually too busy with work to come over, and the stool had gotten dirty from being on the balcony. I took out a bottle of wine,
a gift from a client, and two wine glasses, handing him one. I can drink half a jin of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) without a problem, but
even a little wine makes my face flush and my whole body feel hot—I don't know why. I slowly finished the glass. He told me
he wanted to stay with me that night. I didn't refuse. To this day, I still don't know why.

I told him to go in and take a shower. He threw all his clothes on the floor, including his underwear. His penis
was already very hard, swaying as he went into the bathroom. It was huge; I'd only
ever seen it . I started to feel afraid. So big, so very big, as thick as my wrist, and so long. How would I fit it in
? What would it feel like when he thrust in and out? I started to regret it.

The bathroom steam quickly blurred the glass. He beckoned me in. While he showered, I
changed into a silk nightgown. He gently helped me take it off, then pulled down my underwear. He then helped me gather
my hair , tying it into a bun, and put a shower cap on me. I was completely captivated.
How many times had I showered with my ex-boyfriends? I'd told him that washing your hair at night wasn't good for a woman, but he never seemed to have said that to him
. He started massaging me with his large hands, one in front and one behind. I
stroked There was so much hair, which I usually found repulsive, but now it felt so sexy. I
caressed him inch by inch, and he began to clean me like a child, touching my breasts, buttocks, genitals, and
legs. He lathered me up with lots of foam and then washed me clean. Then he suddenly picked me up and
kissed me, making me put my legs on his waist. At this moment, his penis began to rub against my genitals,
and I started to get wet. He slowly began to penetrate me, the head of his penis slowly inserting into my vagina, little by little
.

It was so big, so thick, so full. I could clearly feel the shape of his penis. Finally, it went in, the head reaching
the edge of . My vaginal opening was stretched full. My previous boyfriend would hurt me terribly when he inserted just three fingers, but it was also very
pleasurable. This time, with such a large thing entering, it didn't hurt too much, just a feeling of stretching, a slight feeling of being torn apart.
Then he adjusted my position, so that my feet could reach the toilet seat if I wanted to. He started to enter,
sliding in faster and faster. It felt like an eternity before a huge penis went in. I
breathed a sigh of relief; I realized I could accommodate such a large thing. I felt the glans was already down to my
cervix . My entire vagina was filled, it seemed like nothing could fit in. The vaginal opening
was still very painful, probably very red if I could see it. Every cell inside my vagina could feel this behemoth,
seemingly welcoming him with sensitivity. Thinking about this, I looked down and thought, "Oh my god," almost a quarter of it was still
outside. What kind of thing was this? It couldn't go any further; there was still such a large part outside.

This time I was really scared, very scared, afraid he would force it in. I held his penis up with both hands,
looking at him with pleading eyes. He turned the shower on full blast and slowly pulled out his enormous member.
The moment it was pulled out, I felt as if something had been emptied from my body; that feeling of fullness vanished instantly. I didn't know
what he was going to do, but my fear grew stronger. He put me down, made me bend over, and held onto the sink. He slowly
began to reinsert it. When the head of his penis went in again, I felt a tingling sensation. He held one breast in each hand, his
index finger rubbing the nipple, and slowly began to press against my cervix. I tried to stop him from going any further,
but when I touched his penis, there was much less of it outside than before. He continued forward, and I
wiggled my hips in protest. Suddenly, it pressed against my stomach, almost touching my belly.
Finally, it was completely inside. Then he began to slowly thrust in and out. With each thrust, I felt as if an
enormous thing had completely filled my vagina. Every cell in my vagina was incredibly sensitive, and fluid started flowing. The squelching
sounds began again. Each time, I heard a squelching sound.

At that moment, it felt like the sky had disappeared, leaving only him and me. My vagina tightly enveloped this enormous thing,
and each thrust brought a mixture of pain and pleasure to my opening. Waves of tingling
sensations coursed through my vagina, more intense than when my boyfriend penetrated me. Each time, I felt as if he were reaching my cervix, even the head of his penis entering
my uterus and reaching my lower abdomen. Waves of tingling sensations traveled from my inner thighs down my spine, making my mouth slightly open, my hands
slowly weakening, and my legs going limp. My vagina began to open and close, the inner walls of my vagina
relaxing and contracting—a reaction I had never experienced before. Seeing me tremble, he suddenly increased the force and speed. Suddenly, I
felt like I was floating in the sky, weightless, my blood boiling, rushing upwards and downwards, my urine and
fluids flowing freely, unrestrained, without any regard for shame or morality, before finally going limp. Because the ground was too cold,
I quickly felt myself fall back down to earth. I had orgasmed. I really had orgasmed; the feeling of orgasm was
so wonderful. He picked me up and washed me clean, especially the urine on my legs. I started to feel
ashamed seeing the yellow urine. But I was too weak to do anything, so I let him do as he pleased. He dried me off with a towel,
then dried himself off, and carried me to the bed.

Once on the bed, I lay sprawled out, completely exhausted. He climbed on top of me, cupped my
breasts with his hands, and began rubbing his large penis between them. Slowly, I started to get wet again.
I wanted to orgasm again.

That night, we made love three times. His gentleness and skill, and his large penis, are
unforgettable, and the orgasm I experienced since is something I'll never forget. After he returned to his country, we
remained friends; the intimacy didn't increase, it was purely physical.

[The End]

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