One-night stand or one-night sex?

(I) Summary
Let's recap the previous section. Let's call that chubby girl Lele for now. After chatting and texting for two months, we met in person and I found that she looked very different from what she described, but she was still quite gentle. We had sex in a hotel room, and afterwards she asked me for money. I left the room deposit with her. Later, I wasn't willing to let this little con artist off so easily, so I contacted her again. I secretly thought to myself, the story has only just begun.
Let me summarize my thoughts based on what she told me during this period. I'll give my overall assessment of her. She claims to be 24 years old, and she looks about that age. Her family is well-off, and she always tells me what her father does when he drives out... apparently he runs an overseas study agency. Her parents have a strained relationship, and her father is having an affair. She doesn't work and spends all her time at home surfing the internet and dating. She used to be a hotline host for a long time; I wondered why her voice was so pleasant and her speech so fluent.
She dated a policeman for three years before being dumped. During the three months we were in a casual sex relationship, she dated three different men. She was engaged to one of them, but he cheated her out of money and jewelry before breaking up with her. I think she's definitely someone who's been hurt in relationships and doesn't trust men. Her parents' recent discord has made her insecure about marriage. Plus, her previous work environment has gradually molded her into the person she is now.
I know a bit about those call center hosts because a female friend of mine used to do it. And because I have a nice voice, she even encouraged me to work part-time as a male host. Another friend of mine was scammed once, spending over a thousand yuan on phone calls in a month. They're not particularly pretty, but they're very good at winning people over; each one has a few loyal fans—or rather, "bros" or "hearts"! People often send lots of food and gifts to the building where they work. If any friends in Dandong know about this, I can tell you they used to work on the 17th and 8th floors of the Guomao building, with several stations together. Now they're in the Sikai Development Building opposite the Guanxing Basketball School in the Yanjiang Development Zone. There are several types of hosts there, including young girls from the countryside who are new to the city and don't know anything. The city's lazy girls, divorced women in their 30s or 40s from average families, and very few in their 50s. These women, because they always play emotional games and have sex with men over the phone, and have many suitors, start to become dishonest, manipulating emotions, and able to easily cheat several men out of food, drink, and money. Le'er was no exception. She never told me her name, but she never asked me for a penny after that, and she paid for most of the hotel rooms and meals we had. To this day, I still don't understand what her feelings for me were. A lover? A temporary emotional crutch? A substitute? She always said she wouldn't ruin my relationship with my girlfriend, and she also told me not to mention my girlfriend in front of her. After we made love once, she cried on my shoulder... for a long time.
(II) In progress In
mid-July, she called me and said she was leaving to go to a plastic surgery hospital in Shenyang for weight loss, and would be gone for several months. She wanted to see me one last time before she left. We had Western food for lunch, and then she found a hotel. She seemed to know the area well. She said she often came over with her ex-boyfriend. After entering the house, I was constantly on guard, worried about being scammed. At my insistence, we showered together. Under the blast of hot water, she kissed me passionately, calling me "husband"... She rubbed shower gel on her large breasts, hugged me, and her breasts roamed over my body... It felt warm, and my penis was rock hard.
After rinsing myself clean, we went back to bed. To get revenge for being deceived last time, I suddenly pinned her down and roughly kissed and bit her body, my hands groping haphazardly. She was panting heavily, moaning loudly, seemingly enjoying it! She was fairly fair-skinned, but her skin wasn't great. I don't know if it was because she sat in front of the computer for long periods or because she was overweight, but her buttocks and thighs were very dark. I couldn't feel anything when I kissed there. Then I touched her vagina; she was incredibly wet. I wonder if all promiscuous women are wet. I moved my fingers quickly in and out, sucking on her large nipples. I would open my mouth wide and suckle her breasts into my mouth until it was full. Her hands were also caressing my body. I grabbed her right hand and made her hold my penis, because my girlfriend always likes to hold my penis when we're intimate. After a while, her reaction was very strong; her breasts heaved dramatically, and she murmured, "Husband, I want..." My hand was getting a little sore. Usually, other women would have several orgasms by this point, but she didn't seem to have even one.
(We had discussed this before; she said she was used to masturbating and always touched her clitoris until she orgasmed. She also said she never orgasmed when having sex with men. Hearing this made me feel a little inferior. How could the woman I was having sex with not orgasm?)
Back to the point, my hands were wet from touching her, and my hands were tired, so I held my penis and gently rubbed it against her vaginal opening. The glans was sticky with her vaginal fluid, forming a stringy consistency. Then I raised my penis and slapped it against her labia. With the rhythm of my slapping, she cried out, "Ah...ah...ah..." "Come in, honey," she pleaded.
I pressed the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina, spreading her thighs apart with my hands. Her legs were very flexible; although she was overweight, she was surprisingly supple. She said she had practiced Taekwondo to lose weight. I knelt between her legs, the head of my penis shallowly inserted into her vagina, then suddenly thrust forward, trying to penetrate all the way in. "Ah...you want to fuck me to death?!"
I smiled at her, feeling incredibly satisfied; it was so cathartic!
"What are you laughing at? I'll kill you!" she said, squeezing her legs tightly around my buttocks, holding me firmly. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her labia pressed tightly against my buttocks, and shook vigorously...
To be honest, her vagina was very tight and hot. Maybe it was because she was fat, so it felt very tight. Her soft lips kissed my ear, her breasts pressed against my chest. Burning my desire, I became somewhat lost in the moment. I thrust my hips hard, panting heavily, the rhythm getting faster and faster. Her sexy moans stimulated my nerves, and suddenly I felt a sense of detachment, like watching someone else have sex. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, I was about to ejaculate. I quickly brought myself back to my senses, pulled my penis out, and let it cool down. Take a deep breath, change positions and do it again. I pressed her legs to her chest, half-squatted on the bed, pulled my penis all the way in and out of her vagina, each time going all the way in, I could feel something fleshy pressing against the head of my penis. I let her experience the pleasure of the friction from the long distance of my penis entering and leaving her vagina. The mattress was very elastic, and with the rebound from the mattress, my movements became more and more vigorous, sweat flowed down my body, and together with her vaginal fluid, soaked a large area of the white sheets.
Ah... take a break, take a break, husband... she frowned and pleaded. Seeing her lewd expression and begging for mercy, I found it very funny, very conquest-like! Could I let her off so easily? Of course not.
"I'm not tired from working, and you're complaining? No way! I haven't had enough yet," before she finished speaking, I thrust hard a few more times, then dozens more times, and she said, "Do it from behind!"
I immediately got excited, I thought she wanted to do anal sex, but I immediately realized that she wanted doggy style.
She knelt on the bed, and I knelt behind her. Just as I was about to penetrate her, she rolled over and dodged. She laughed and said, "Look at you, all sweaty. Take a break before you go."
I took a sip of the drink she brought, then lay down on the bed. She took a sip of the drink and then my penis into her mouth, moving it up and down, her hand caressing my testicles, her fingertips occasionally tracing my anus. My penis throbbed excitedly. She was very focused, and I didn't understand why she was always so obsessed with my penis, never getting enough of kissing it. Every time we made love, she spent a third of the time giving me oral sex. Her oral skills were excellent, giving me a great feeling. Her tongue was very flexible, and her lips were very fleshy; I couldn't feel her teeth at all. The biggest advantage of being with her was that I didn't need to train her. She knew what I wanted with just a look and was willing to do anything. When she kissed my penis, she always said, "I only put in this much effort for you. I only get such careful kisses from you when I kiss other people."
After kissing for over ten minutes, she sat on me, bobbing up and down, her back arching, her labia pressed against her buttocks in circles. Her large breasts bounced up and down, and I suddenly worried that those two heavy things might fall and kill me… She wasn't very stamina, and after a few minutes she cried out that she couldn't take it anymore. Then, having recovered my strength, I mounted her again and fucked her wildly, each time thrusting all the way in. Even at the very end, I didn't let up. Her plump body trembled with the momentum of my thrusts, her two large, white breasts swaying wildly in front of me.
Her lower abdomen was clenched tightly, her hands gripping my arms tightly, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip, squeezing out soft moans from her throat, very much like those in Japanese AVs. A bit like a child's voice, and I really loved her moans.
Gradually, my feelings also rose, the rhythm of my thrusts became faster and faster, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and gasped for breath, moaning deeply. The sensation was concentrated on the glans, a tingling, itchy feeling that grew stronger and stronger. I thrust a few times quickly, pulled out my penis, knelt beside her face, and quickly stroked it with my right hand. Streams of semen sprayed all over her face and even her hair. She licked it with her tongue, saying my semen was astringent, more astringent than other people's. I said I didn't know, I'd never tasted it myself.
Then we took a shower together and had another crazy time in the bathroom. We didn't leave until after 6 pm, and she looked very reluctant to leave.
(III) The Days Afterwards
In the days that followed, she would see me at least 4 to 5 times a month. Each time we would have lunch together, then go to a hotel room and have sex. We would do it twice each time. Each time she would repeatedly kiss my penis, and each time she would try something new, like using her big breasts to massage me with oil, which felt amazing. Her two mounds of flesh slid over every inch of my skin. She also bought popping candy and tried to make me do a desert storm, but because of the heat, the candy melted a bit, so the effect wasn't very good. She gave me a "dragon" treatment, and I loved it when she licked my anus. Her tongue would tease it lightly, then suddenly plunge in like a snake, making it incredibly itchy, itchy to the bone. Then she'd blow ice water into it with a straw—so satisfying! Another time, while she was licking me, I couldn't help but fart, and she pinched me several times. I almost got caught by my girlfriend when I got home.
She also gave me a "fire and ice" treatment. Usually, after the first round, her repeated stimulation would make my penis hard faster than usual. Then she'd go at it like crazy, like she was trying to stab me. Later, she often asked when we could spend the night together, and I'd jokingly say, "I'll fuck you to death then! I'll write four big characters on my back: 'I'll hug you until I'm exhausted!'" "At this point, she would say dismissively, 'You think we're together just for sex... just to have you stay with me all night?'
I started to worry that she would really become clingy. But every time we made love, there were new things to do, it was very exciting, unlike my girlfriend, who I had to teach her everything.
If things continued like this, I didn't know how long I could maintain this relationship with her.
I remember once after we made love, I was fiddling with her phone and I called her. When I saw the name displayed was 'husband,' I felt a bit disgusted and uneasy. From that moment on, I thought it was time to leave her. One afternoon online, she said she was pregnant. I said it was impossible, my boyfriend and I had been together for three years, and we always used withdrawal, and nothing happened. With you two..." How could it be three months? I always ejaculate outside, nothing will happen. The first time we had sex, I ejaculated inside because she was actually pregnant. She later told me she was pregnant with her ex-boyfriend's child, and that's why she let me ejaculate inside. Thinking about it now, it might be true, because her breasts were very engorged and hard at that time.
We started arguing on QQ. She asked me for money, 2000 yuan, saying she needed to have an abortion, rent a place to recuperate, and couldn't let her mother know. I said unless I went with her, because I knew she was definitely lying to me again.
She said no, and if I didn't believe her, she could come to my house and see what I did, that my parents wouldn't want this grandchild… Finally, I said we don't even know who the father is yet, how can you prove it's mine? "What?"
she said. "Just you wait and see!"
I had prepared for the worst, but I still knew in my heart that it was most likely another one of her photos. That night, nothing happened.
One day... two
days...
three days later, she called, sounding very relaxed, and asked me to meet up. She said it was a joke, just to see how I really felt about her. She added that she was just making a little fuss, so I ignored her. Thinking back, in the few months I'd known her, she'd always thrown little tantrums every now and then, but this time it was a big deal. She said she knew the joke had gone too far. She asked if I missed her, and I casually said yes.
She laughed and said, "No way. If you missed me, why didn't you call me? She's always the one who calls me first; I've never asked her out first."
From this moment on, I made up my mind... I was determined to leave her. After that, she deliberately created conflict. Several times when we went out to hotels and restaurants, I didn't pay a single penny. Once, neither of us paid; we even registered at the hotel reception. When it came time to pay, I said I didn't have any. She got angry, and we argued for a while behind the hotel. I turned and left. A few minutes later, she called me, saying she had just withdrawn money from the bank and booked a room for me to come home. After thinking for a long time, I went back anyway.
I told her my family was pressuring me to get married and that I had to hand over my entire salary to them every month. I also mentioned I had just bought a car and was short on money, so we should see each other less often. She agreed, saying three times a month.
Two weeks later, she called me from a different number. I was rather cold and just gave her a perfunctory answer. She hung up. I didn't save her new number.
Five days later, she called me again, but I didn't hear it. Later, I saw a missed call from an unfamiliar number, so I thought it was a client and called back. She said "hello" but didn't speak. I didn't recognize her at first, but then I realized and said, "Oh, it's you! I thought it was a client. I didn't save your new number..." Before I could finish, she said, "Okay, you're busy," and hung up. I called back, but she didn't answer. I also sent her messages, but she didn't reply. We haven't been in contact since, and she's not on QQ anymore. I think it's probably just a quiet ending. I wanted to talk to her properly, but it seems unnecessary. But I'm still a little uneasy, worried that she might call me again. I think she's a smart person and should know what I mean and what she should do.
Now I feel very relaxed and can easily face my girlfriend...
Actually, I also hope that Le'er can find a partner soon and live a stable, normal life.

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