My little sweetheart

In the spring of 2010, I had already gained some fame in the automotive industry. Because I worked with high-end cars, I frequently collaborated with car model advertising companies and had good relationships with some car models, even having some romantic encounters with them after drinking. But that's not what I want to talk about today. After having sex with one of the car models, I told her I wanted to hire a girl as a mistress and asked her to help me find one. Judging from my expression, she seemed about to suggest her own, but after a moment of silence, she looked at me and asked what kind of girl I wanted. I told her my requirements: a girl around 20-22 years old (since I was already 32, a 10-year age difference would be suitable), over 165cm tall, with good proportions, a full bust, and fair, glowing skin—a healthy white. Most importantly, she had to be beautiful. She thought for a moment and said okay. I said I knew she had many beautiful women around her. She smiled and said, "The price isn't cheap." I smiled and said I knew the going rate. She smiled charmingly and said, "Then how will you thank me?" I took out an LV wallet I'd just bought in Hong Kong. She took it, opened it, and saw 3,000 yuan in cash inside. Her eyes lit up with a smile. I said seriously, "Don't forget about my business." She laughed, hugged my neck, kissed me, and said, "Wait for my news. I'll definitely get back to you in three to five days." I dared to give her this thank-you gift so immediately because I was confident. Her company had close ties with us, and I was confident in my judgment of people. Sure enough, she called the next evening at dinner, saying there were two girls who seemed suitable. I was having dinner with business friends, and she seemed to have heard me eating out, so she didn't say much. I asked her to send me the photos to my email, saying I'd schedule a meeting after I got home. Then I continued having dinner and chatting with my friends. I got home very late, a little tipsy, and checked my emails. I saw an email from the car model, Lili. There were two files, one from someone named Song Jingshu and the other from Wang Na. Each file contained three photos: an ID photo, a casual photo, and an artistic photo, along with a brief introduction of her age, height, measurements, and current activities. Another note said the two were friends, and I thought Lili was very serious about her work, treating it like submitting a job resume. After reading their introductions, I felt Jing Shu was more pleasing to the eye. From then on, I referred to her as Jing. I sent Lili a text message saying I wanted to meet Jing since tomorrow was Friday, and I suggested we have dinner together the day after, asking her to set a time. About 20 minutes later, Lili texted back saying we'd meet at a Western restaurant in the city at 6 pm on Friday. Because it was early summer, both beauties had important dates, and Lili and Jing had dressed up carefully, casually yet sexy, not like fast food where the more glamorous the better. Lili wore a white short-sleeved shirt and light blue jeans with holes, just enough to reveal the upper part of her cleavage, making one want to explore its depth. The holes in the jeans revealed the white flesh of her thighs, and the tight-fitting jeans accentuated Jing's round and perky buttocks. Lili, on the other hand, was as beautiful and sexy as a vase. Women have a penchant for comparison, and they always wanted to show off their most beautiful and sexy aspects. Although I also like her beauty, she's too tall. At 176cm, her height plus her favorite high heels makes her over 6cm taller than me at 178cm. I have to look up at her, and my neck hurts. Maybe it's because of our professions, but it's just an ambiguous relationship. You could say it's a man's privacy. Let's leave it for the right person to enjoy. I ordered steak and red wine for them, and the conversation and jokes were quite nice. When we were almost done eating, Lili said she was going to the bathroom and asked Jing to come along. Maybe she wanted to ask Jing how she felt about me. When she came back about 10 minutes later, Jing looked a little embarrassed, maybe from the alcohol or because she felt awkward. Lili, on the other hand, seemed to have accomplished something and smiled mischievously at me. After sitting down, she asked me directly how it went. I said it was good. Then Lili said it would cost 120,000 a year, and we would meet 6-7 times a month, with additional dates on holidays depending on my performance. Of course, she knew what kind of person I was and said a few words in my defense. Looking at Lili, who wasn't particularly beautiful but had glamorous makeup, I suddenly thought about having a threesome sometime. I took a paper bag out of my bag and gave it to Jing. Inside was 30,000 yuan. Lili snatched it, glanced at it, and handed it back to Jing. After taking a sip of red wine, she said, "I'm leaving now. You guys continue." She smiled charmingly at me, held out her hand as if making a phone call, and left. Jing and I chatted for a while longer. As we drove away, I sensed a little nervousness in Jing. I smiled and touched her hand. "I'm going to karaoke. I have friends there. There's a party at Golden Age today. My friend called while I was eating and invited me. It's almost 9 o'clock now. We've had two bottles of red wine, and I'm feeling a bit craving more." Jing looked at me with some surprise and shook her head. "Hehe, perfect! Come home with me then." I didn't expect Jing to have that expression. Perhaps Jing didn't expect me to suggest taking her to meet my friends and go karaoke. We drove straight home to continue what we hadn't finished. I felt Jing was still a bit naive. Later, I strongly felt that Jing was a good girl. When I got home, I turned on the stereo and played some melodious violin music. The gentle violin seemed to instantly ease Jing's anxiety. She sat on the sofa, listening quietly to the music. I poured two glasses of Martell from the wine cabinet and gave one to Jing. Then I introduced her to my home, a clean and tidy three-bedroom, two-living-room house. We chatted for a while about her university life, and Jing relaxed her tense mood. I put my arm around Jing's waist, and she leaned against me as she listened to me. Perhaps it was the conversation in the dining room, the music, and the quiet atmosphere that made her completely let go of her tension. I first kissed her beautiful face. Jing simply closed her clear, bright eyes. I then kissed her pink lips, pulled away for three seconds, and then kissed her again. Jing didn't resist. I followed her slightly parted lips, stretching and curling my tongue inside her mouth, inhaling her sweet saliva, like the sweet scent of a ripe peach. Jing gently cooperated. My hands gently stroked her back from her waist to her back, not rushing to invade her sensitive areas. My mouth kissed her face, ears, and neck. Jing's breathing went from slow to rapid. My hands on her back sometimes tightened, sometimes loosened, letting her feel my strength and warmth. My hands moved from her back to her full breasts, constantly changing shapes in my hands. Jing's body was soft, letting me do as I pleased. I gently loosened her clothes. Jing had a 33C bust, her skin was fair and lustrous, and she was wearing a white lace bra without padding. It felt firm, warm, and full to the touch. After cuddling on the sofa for a while, I carried Jing to my bed. The black silk sheets accentuated her snow-white skin; her nipples were small and her areolas pink. I was delighted; could she be a virgin? I felt like I'd struck gold. Unbuttoning Jing's jeans was a bit of a struggle. Jing seemed to suddenly come to her senses and resisted, gripping my waistband to prevent me from taking them off. I wondered if I'd gone too fast, so I got back on the bed and started kissing and caressing her. Her nipples were hard, and Jing seemed quite aroused. My hand reached down to touch her vulva, but just as I touched her pubic hair, her hand suddenly grabbed mine. I looked at her strangely, and she timidly said, "My period hasn't ended yet." I deflated like a punctured balloon, losing all interest. But my penis, still pressed against Jing's arm, hadn't subsided. At that moment, Jing moved her fingers, feeling my erection, and softly added, "It usually only lasts 4-5 days, but this time it seems a little longer." Hearing this, my little brother seemed to lose its momentum, no longer as aroused as before. I thought, forget it, let's just bear with it, there's always another day. I'll go take a shower first, kiss Jing's forehead, get up and get Jing a cotton t-shirt and my own pair of casual shorts, and take a pair of shorts with me to shower too. I usually sleep naked, so I'll just use these to comfort myself. Just as I finished showering and was drinking, Jing, wearing the clothes I gave her, walked towards the bathroom. After a while, I heard the sound of water running. Imagining the water washing over Jing's fair skin, I became aroused again. I reached out and pushed open the bathroom door, looking at Jing with her back to me. Her curvaceous back and pert buttocks made my heart itch. I leaned against the door frame, watching Jing shower with interest. Jing seemed to sense something and turned around. When she saw me watching her, she suddenly hugged her chest like a startled rabbit, then tried to block my view with one hand. She only managed to block it for a moment before letting go weakly and turning back to continue showering. I suddenly felt that Jing was very helpless. I turned around and closed the door, intending to learn about her past and present. I went back to the living room, lit a cigarette, and turned on the TV to watch Phoenix TV. After waiting for a long time, Jing came out and asked me where the hairdryer was. I opened the sink drawer, opened the hairdryer, and had her sit on the box next to it so I could dry her hair. Jing kept silently watching herself in the mirror. I watched as I dried her hair, tidied her tangled hair, and sprayed perfume on her. Then she seemed to wake up and smiled, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I put my arm around her waist and led her into the room. Lying on the bed, I tried to make conversation, but she didn't respond. Bored, I pretended to be asleep. I could feel her breathing was irregular, so I knew she wasn't asleep. Just as I was truly asleep, Jing gently asked, "Are you asleep?" I didn't know whether to answer, so I remained silent. Then I felt the bed move slightly, and Jing slowly snuggled closer, her hand gently resting on my chest, her head on my shoulder. I thought it best not to startle this kitten-like girl. Slowly, I truly fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I felt like half my body wasn't mine anymore. Jing's body was mostly on my shoulder, her legs on my penis. I looked at Jing's beautiful face and her slightly dry lips. I shifted my body and kissed Jing's forehead. Jing seemed to wake up too, looked at me, and then blushed as she realized her leg was pressing on something. She moved her leg away and buried her face in the pillow. I also stretched my numb shoulders. After going to the bathroom, seeing that Jing didn't seem to be getting up, I went back to sleep. However, when I was holding Jing, my penis got hard again when it touched her pert buttocks. When Jing sensed something, she shook her buttocks, which made my penis even more erect. My hand naturally reached out and kneaded Jing's full breasts. Jing's breathing suddenly became rapid, and my hand slipped inside her pants. Jing didn't resist anymore, her face flushed red, like a ripe apple. I kneaded Jing's breasts with one hand and stroked her genitals with the other, my mouth still moving inside her lips. Jing was like a limp balloon, not knowing where to put her hand. I quickly stripped Jing of her clothes, my hands and mouth roaming over her body. When my mouth touched her vulva, I smelled a clean, fleshy scent. Jing's vulva was still pink; though not a virgin, it was definitely untouched territory, with some moisture already trickling from the pink opening. Jing's labia majora were small and enclosed within her vulva, which was high and prominent. Her pubic hair was thick and shiny but short, curling like baby hair. I gently parted her labia majora with my fingers and saw her clitoris, slightly engorged and pushing outwards. I teased her clitoris a few times with my fingers, and Jing's voice changed, groaning. Reacting so strongly, I ran my tongue between her clitoris and labia. Jing's hands pressed against my head, her legs tightly clenched and pressed against my head, a helpless feeling of wanting to push me away but not wanting to. As my fingers moved, I slipped them into her vagina. I initially wanted to use two fingers together, but the resistance was too great, so I used my middle finger instead. As I rubbed in, Jing let out a high-pitched groan. After circling my finger inside her vagina, I withdrew and pressed it firmly a few times at the G-spot, the upper edge of her vaginal opening. Jing cried out in pleasure, suddenly losing all strength to resist my entry. Her vagina became much wetter. I multiplied my fingers, touching her clitoris a few times, and my tongue flicked. Jing straightened up and said she needed to go to the bathroom to pee. I pulled her legs and led her to the edge of the bed. As I rubbed in again with my two fingers, I told her to relax and pee as she wanted, while my fingers continued to flick a few times. Jing ejaculated little by little to my rhythm. The floor was soaked with water. Jing was completely soaked, her mouth slightly open and her limbs limp. I stroked her genitals and gently rubbed her nipples in circles. I rubbed my penis between her breasts, my penis shiny and hot, and had Jing cup her breasts in her hands, helping to work my penis. Jing's hands were stroking my penis. Her fingers seemed too weak to grip it properly. Looking at her slightly open mouth, she was directly facing my throat. Jing only reacted when I penetrated her throat, and this reaction was exactly what I was experiencing, causing her throat to contract. After about twenty thrusts, Jing finally came to her senses and used her hands to stroke me in and out of her throat. I changed from lying down to prone.Jing knelt on top of me, and I gave her a mental suggestion: imagine you're eating H?agen-Dazs on a hot day. Eat it like you're eating H?agen-Dazs, but also like you're eating a popsicle—hold it in your mouth and move your tongue up and down, making sure you get a good taste. How would you eat it if it melted? Under my guidance, Jing grasped the essentials of how to eat my penis. University students have a strong ability to understand; the way she moved her tongue in and out was quite elastic. I then guided her little by little on how to eat my testicles, which gave me immense pleasure. I almost ejaculated during her deep throat. I turned around and stroked her body again, making her feel waves of pleasure. As my fingers and mouth moved over her labia, she seemed frightened and got up to go to the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water, and when she came back into the room, she was no longer shy. It was as if we were an old married couple; she no longer avoided my gaze on her naked body, only noticing my hairless genitals—which I had shaved myself. She touched her genitals without saying a word, and as she lay down beside me, she made a gesture of inviting me to do as I pleased, seemingly preparing for my advances. Of course, I couldn't let this lovely little beauty go. After a long French kiss, we left marks on each other's noses, eyes, ears, and necks. When I left a mark on Jing's clitoris and vaginal opening, Jing tensed up again; from her taut muscles, it was clear this little girl wasn't letting go. When I inserted my finger into her vagina, there was some resistance. I moved my finger around a little inside her vagina and then gently rubbed it on her G-spot. Jing felt a strong contraction in her inner walls. At this point, I didn't press hard but instead rubbed it into her cervix. Jing straightened her back and pressed her buttocks up, waiting for my strong stimulation. My ring finger also slipped in quietly. I pressed both fingers together on her G-spot and thrust hard. Jing gushed out like a dam bursting, spraying my fingers, arms, and face. I used my fingers to smear water on Jing's lips and face, dripping it into her mouth before kissing her lips and face. This made her incredibly excited. Although her body was limp, she still took my penis into her mouth and swallowed it. Now it was time for my little brother to taste her little sister. I went to the bathroom, got a bath towel, and first used a pillow and then the bath towel to put under her little bottom. Her vagina was wide open, ready for me to enter at any time. After circling the head of my penis a few times at the entrance of her vagina and gently stimulating her clitoris, I thrust straight into her vagina. Even after entering, I still felt tightly enveloped. Jing also took a deep breath. Although there was a lot of vaginal fluid inside to lubricate my penis, the holster was still a bit tight. I paused for a few seconds and watched Jing's eyebrows relax before slowly arching my back and thrusting down, making slow, rhythmic thrusts into Jing's vagina. Three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, six shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Each time I penetrated, Jing would moan. It was a painful yet pleasurable experience. Jing's hands went from being on my stomach to holding my waist, then from my waist to my hips, and then from my hips to my neck. Her moans grew louder and louder. In the morning, such sounds would carry upstairs and downstairs, but Jing didn't seem to care at all. I could only turn on the stereo and play rock music loudly to make the lewd sounds less clear and audible. After Jing ejaculated again, I sped up my thrusts, completely immersing myself in the thoughts of sex. Just as I was about to reach my climax, I quickly pulled away from Jing's tight vagina and rushed to her mouth, ejaculating onto her beautiful face and into her mouth. Jing paused for a moment and tried to get up. I wiped the semen from her eyes, but she didn't seem inclined to get up again. She said it smelled a bit salty and had a disinfectant smell. I looked at her and said it also had a beautifying and antibacterial effect. She made a face and said, "You're such a liar, you big liar." I said, "I'm not lying to you. If anyone's lying, it's Baidu." Hearing this, she looked skeptical and didn't get up immediately. She must be really tired. But then I said, "You might grow a beard." Hearing this, she immediately jumped up and rushed to the bathroom to shower. I couldn't stop her. I laughed and lay back on the bed. After resting for a while, I looked at my watch and it was already 11 o'clock. "Let's eat out for lunch," I said, "to save us the trouble of cooking." Jing said, "Don't peek at me while I'm showering." I said, "How about we take a bath together?" Jing looked at me and said, "No." "What do you want to eat? Let's go out and eat. It's just a 5-minute walk away. Let's order takeout, KFC." I laughed and said, "You want to eat chicken too? I have one." This immediately made Jing blush, and she groaned, saying, "My pussy hurts a bit, I don't want to walk." I looked at her and saw that her gait had changed a bit. I immediately said, "Okay, then let's eat chicken." I called and ordered a large bucket of soup, as well as two portions of black chicken soup and pigeon soup. We ordered soup from a well-known soup shop nearby, plus two side dishes and a bowl of rice. I changed the music from rock to violin. I took out the teapot and Tieguanyin tea, set out the tea tray, and prepared to read and drink tea in the afternoon. Soon, the food from both shops arrived, and the two of us finished eating. Jing sat quietly on the terrace, reading her newly bought "Automotive World" magazine while I made tea. We chatted idly; she asked about my work, and I asked about her studies, friends, and family. Jing's background was simple: she had a boyfriend in high school, but they broke up before she left for university. She lost her virginity to a high school classmate. She came to the south, while her boyfriend stayed in the north, and they had different majors. It truly lived up to the old saying: "Men go out to conquer the world, women only need a plane ticket." She had a boyfriend in college, but it was a short-term relationship without sex. These kinds of comments are optional; whether you get along or not is up to time. Having a beautiful female student by her side for a while was quite nice. Jing did two small commercials at school and also modeled for fashion shows like A Bao. That's how she and Lili met. As for her becoming my mistress, she said there were family reasons and her own reasons. In today's society, where graduation often equals unemployment, it's necessary to plan ahead. She also mentioned that her family still owed 45,000 yuan. I said I'd pay that back first, and then give her another 20,000 yuan. But she had to write me an IOU, which I'd give her when I paid her back the money in three months. Jing thought about it for a moment and agreed, then wrote me an IOU; her handwriting was very neat. I took the money from the safe and put the IOU on her. She seemed relieved, so I asked her what her parents would think if I sent that money to them all at once. Jing didn't seem to have thought that far ahead. I said, "Why don't you just say you signed with a modeling company and this is your contract fee, which will be deducted from your salary?" She said, "Yes, I've given you all of this for the year." She said she usually gets modeling jobs on weekends, earning around 500 yuan a day even if it's tiring. I told her she could come if she had work, that it was fine, she could work during the day and come to my place in the evening. Seeing I wasn't joking and didn't seem angry, she said she'd come over Friday afternoons, and we'd meet up on some work on Saturday and Sunday, and she'd spend the evenings with me. She added that from Monday to Thursday, I couldn't not go back to the dorm, otherwise I'd lose credits and wouldn't have a dorm. Only in my senior year, during my internship, could I not go back to the dorm, but then I wouldn't have a dorm anymore. I said, "You'll be a senior in September, so you should study hard and improve yourself now." Hearing this, she suddenly laughed, "Oh, what era are you from, Dad?" We chatted about tea and such, but then Jing got a little restless, tapping my crotch with her foot. I said, "You're going to make a mistake like that." Jing laughed and said, "The mistake is already made, I don't care." She walked up to me, placed a cushion on the ground, knelt down, half-pulled off my sweatpants, and took my still-erect penis into her mouth. Her eyes were half-closed, and she swallowed and released my penis with a somewhat intoxicated look, making me feel even more pleasure than before. She even took my teacup, sipped some tea, and the pressure of the warm tea and her forceful sucking made me moan. Her hand slipped inside her collar; her breasts, unbound by a bra, remained firm and elastic, growing thicker and larger in her mouth. Just when I couldn't take it anymore, she spat it out, then used slightly cool water to cool me down, then repeated the process with warm tea. I asked myself, is this still the same Jing from last night? The change in just one night was so drastic. Tea dripped down my testicles and onto my thighs, and as it moved up and down in Jing's mouth, my senses were so heightened. The alternation of hot and cold once again made me unable to stop. During another deep throat thrust, I pressed her head down, forcing her to release my most pleasurable thick semen as she convulsed, compelling my primary sympathetic nerves. Jing felt nauseous; this was a normal reaction when I thrust into her throat. She couldn't vomit, so she picked up my teacup, drank it down in one gulp, swirled it in her mouth, and swallowed it whole, not wasting a drop. I thought to myself, this little girl is something else. She's definitely a slut in bed but a lady in public. I figured I'd at least had my share of good fortune this year. A little dazed, Jing whispered, "Okay?" I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her ears, cheeks, and lips. Her lips no longer tasted of semen; a sweet, peachy flavor lingered in my mouth. My little brother became restless again, jumping around. I grabbed Jing and pulled off her clothes one by one on the sofa. I kneaded her full breasts, and gently rubbed my penis against her clitoris. Her vagina was wet, and I looked at her slightly parted pink opening, thrusting in deeply until it was all the way in. Jing let out a painful groan, her eyes narrowing. I felt a pang of pity, thinking about what Jing had said about her vagina hurting earlier, and how she had tried so hard to give me oral sex. Was it because of the pain in her vagina that I was letting her do whatever she wanted to satisfy my physical needs? I gently pulled my already deep penis out, leaned down and kissed her lips. I poured warm tea on her breasts, then thrust my penis between them. Jing's breasts were really full and firm, and the thrusting between them still gave me a tight feeling.With the lubrication of the tea and the occasional help of Jing's gentle mouth, I fought for more than 30 minutes before ejaculating, and it landed on Jing's delicate face. Jing carefully cleaned my penis with her mouth, swallowing and spitting a few times to clean up the remaining semen before going to the bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I saw Jing sitting on the sofa drinking tea. I went over, picked her up, and carried her to the room. I said, "I'm a little exhausted, like a landslide." She laughed and hugged my neck, saying, "You're too big and too long. You've rubbed the inside raw."

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