Mengmeng's Miss Life

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Mengmeng's full name isn't actually Mengmeng. To avoid any misinterpretations, I'll use a nickname. Since her name contains the character "Meng," I'll call her "Mengmeng" here. Mengmeng was only 37 years old that year, already a mother of two daughters. She lived in a village not far from the county town. Her husband worked away from home year-round, and she was unemployed, staying home all day. She didn't have to look after the children, and of course, she wasn't very educated. Presumably, rural girls weren't valued much, and she dropped out of school early to get married.

One spring evening that year, I was idly scrolling through my phone when I suddenly saw her in the "People Nearby" list on WeChat. Using her own photo as her profile picture, she stood out. In the picture, she wore large earrings, her beautiful hair pulled back with a pretty headband, revealing her smooth, fair forehead. Her radiant smile made her look absolutely stunning. I couldn't help but greet her: "You look like you belong to an ethnic minority!" She quickly accepted my friend request: she was from an ethnic minority...

and that's how we became friends. Through chatting, I learned that her two daughters lived with her mother-in-law at night, while she lived alone in her own yard. She was bored and spent her days playing on her phone and watching TV. After a few days, we started video chatting occasionally. Each time, she would talk to me while watching TV. She was a cheerful girl on video, always smiling. When I asked her why she didn't have to take care of her children or work, she said she had tried some jobs before, but none of them lasted long. From our conversation, I learned that her relationship with her husband wasn't good; he rarely came home and wasn't willing to give her money. She also wanted to find some work...

Mengmeng had a great figure, with the large frame and tall stature of a northern girl, but her skin was smooth and fair. Even in the thin summer clothes, her alluring figure couldn't be hidden, and every time we video chatted, I had all sorts of fantasies. Perhaps because she had given birth, she had some curves but wasn't fat at all; she had a perfectly proportioned figure with a good bust and hips, similar to Zhang Yuqi. Although she had two daughters, she said she hadn't breastfed much, feeding them formula instead, which is why she maintained her figure so well.

Women who are very open online are often quite lonely inside. We gradually started talking about topics related to men and women; I can't remember exactly what we talked about, but it was mostly about private matters between couples or sexual matters. She even asked me for some adult videos. If things don't progress after this point, it's likely to become mundane and eventually fade from each other's lives. So, you can't rush or delay when it comes to hookups; you have to time it right. Fortunately, something was destined to happen between us. When our conversations became more in-depth, her life changed… The

July heat was unbearable; it was hard to work properly during the day and sleep well at night. She felt restless, like the summer sun. One night, while chatting with Mengmeng, she mentioned she was short of money, her husband wouldn't give her any, and she wanted to go back to work. So we started talking about work. I suggested she work as a salesperson or waitress in a shopping mall, given her good looks, but she said she didn't have a high level of education and didn't want to work too hard. This reveals that she was actually a lazy girl, which laid the foundation for her later work.

After chatting for a few days without much progress, one evening she mentioned she had found a job about six or seven kilometers from my neighborhood. I was happy for her, but when I asked about the job, she said it was at a karaoke bar. I had been to a karaoke bar once in college and once after starting work for a colleague's gathering, but these two normal experiences didn't give me any idea what kind of work could be done there. Her explanation was that it was being a waitress, accompanying people to sing, and so on. Of course, I later realized that karaoke bars didn't just have receptionists and cleaning staff; there were also many "princesses," and her job was what we called a "princesses"...

After Mengmeng started "working" at the karaoke bar, her makeup suddenly became very heavy. Every time we video chatted, she was heavily made up, with bright red lips, and her hair was styled in a way that was never loose. Although she was very alluring, she lost her innocent, girl-next-door look. Due to her job, she often had nothing to do, just sitting in the shop playing on her phone or chatting. She only had work to do when a customer requested it. Occasionally, I could see a few girls dressed similarly to her in her videos, chatting away; other times, the chat would end abruptly because she had to go to her shift… During that period, she lived a life of reversed days and nights. Since most customers came at night and stayed until the early hours of the morning, they also had to stay until the early hours, even if no customers requested her all night. After all the customers left, they would go to sleep, and when they woke up, it would be noon. After lunch, they would shop around for a while and then prepare to serve customers again…

A few days later, she started talking to me about her friends “going out” (or “going out”). At first, I didn’t understand what “going out” meant, but later I learned that it basically meant being taken away by customers to sleep with them. KTVs don’t interfere with this kind of thing; they neither encourage nor discourage it. Whether the “princesses” go out is their own decision, and they negotiate and collect their own prices. Of course, there are also those who genuinely just sing and drink with customers and don’t “go out”. But "escort services" really are a quick way to make money. With wealthy clients, a single night's earnings can equal several days' worth of regular income. So, in this environment, it's quite normal; people always find it hard to resist the temptation. At that time, I thought maybe one day Mengmeng would do the same. At the same time, I also had a wandering thought: if she could also do escort services, should I...?

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." Not long after, Mengmeng also started "escort services," but this is just my guess, because she would occasionally mention to me that clients would invite her for "escort services," but she never agreed. I felt that she did agree, and that she had ulterior motives for telling me these things. Perhaps she wanted to test whether I was interested in inviting her. Of course, I was, but I had the desire but not the courage, and I wasn't thick-skinned enough, so at first I didn't express this intention, just chatting casually. I also asked her how much she usually charged for "escort services," and she said it was usually 200 yuan per session if the client didn't pay extra. Of course, some clients were willing to pay more for other services or to choose girls with better qualifications.

Finally, that afternoon, when the topic came up again, I mustered up the courage to ask her, "Do you offer escort services?" I was very nervous after asking, worried she would give a negative answer. After a pause, she replied, "I can offer, or I can not." Hearing this, I felt a surge of excitement. Wasn't that a direct way of saying she was open to meeting up?

I asked again, "Can I ask you out?"

She asked knowingly, "What for?"

Of course, I couldn't just say "let's have sex," so I replied, "To see a movie." Unsurprisingly, she didn't refuse. We then discussed the details of the movie, agreeing to meet after work that evening. She had to work that night, so she asked her boss for leave. The karaoke bar owner probably understood what she was going to do, not refusing but asking her to return to work as soon as possible, because the customers would be busier in the evening. After agreeing, I booked movie tickets on my phone. We were watching a domestic animated film. Then, I waited anxiously for the end of my shift, my heart pounding with excitement.

I finished work promptly at 5:30 and rode my bike straight to the movie theater. Mengmeng had also left earlier, but it was rush hour, so taxis were slow. She kept updating me on her location so I wouldn't rush. After waiting a while in the movie theater plaza, she called to say she was there and asked where I was. I told her my location and what I was wearing, then started nervously looking around. A few minutes later, a girl walked towards me…

She was very tall, with a really great figure. It wasn't just her clothes that made her look good; I thought so too when she stood naked in front of me that night. She was wearing a super short skirt, and her top was so short it barely covered her waist. Raising her arm would reveal her sexy waist and navel. Her breasts were very high, and the deep V-neck revealed a large area of her breasts and a deep cleavage. Her face was covered in thick makeup, which was almost dazzling in the strong evening sunlight. She also wore eyeshadow, high-set false eyelashes, and bright red lipstick. She was the kind of woman with heavy makeup and a great figure that you always wanted to turn around and look at twice when you saw her on the street. She was wearing high-heeled sandals and didn't look much shorter than me.

She smiled and walked towards me. Although we had chatted for a long time, it was actually the first time I had seen her in person. She was unexpectedly beautiful, and to this day, she is the woman with the best physical condition I have ever been with. I have been with younger, unmarried girls since then, but none of them could compare to her figure. She stood in front of me, and we exchanged a few pleasantries. Then, seeing that it was still early, we decided to go to the KFC next door for dinner. She was probably a seasoned pro, at least not someone who was new to the industry. As we walked towards KFC, she naturally took my arm and leaned close to me as we walked side by side. I smelled a pungent perfume, and her breasts pressed tightly against my upper arm, rubbing back and forth with our movements. The stimulation from her body aroused me, and my lower body involuntarily became erect. I quickly reached into my pocket and slightly propped up my crotch. I felt a surge of nervousness, afraid of suddenly running into someone I knew, while she walked on, laughing nonchalantly…

After eating at KFC, the movie was about to start. We got our tickets, waited a while, and then went into the theater. There weren't many people, just a few dozen scattered around. We sat down next to each other. The movie started, and as I watched, I pondered how to ask her something after it ended—which, as it turned out, was unnecessary. After a while, I felt a little itchy and wanted to do something intimate with Mengmeng, but I wasn't bold enough. After hesitating for a long time, I finally whispered, “Can I hold your hand?” She chuckled and pulled my left hand over to hold. We intertwined our fingers and placed them on the inside of her right thigh. Because her skirt was short, the back of my hand was just touching the hem of her skirt, almost reaching her upper thigh. Touching her warm, smooth skin, my heart pounded wildly, and I dared not move. She, however, remained glued to the screen, completely oblivious…

There was a scene in the movie where an animated character floated on the water with his penis exposed. When I saw this, Mengmeng giggled again, glanced at me, and then leaned her head on my shoulder, giving me a firm squeeze. Seeing her so open, I grew bolder and gently stroked the inside of her thigh with my clasped hands. Mengmeng didn't react at all, still leaning on my shoulder, intently watching the movie. Soon, I felt aroused again; my penis slowly hardened, throbbing. But the theater was dark, so there was no need to worry about being discovered. I didn't move, gently resting my head on top of Mengmeng's head, my left hand still gently stroking her inner thigh, the movements very light and slow, afraid of being noticed by the other viewers.

Her consent and indulgence made me less timid. By the latter half of the movie, my hand had moved to her groin area, and half of her skirt had been lifted up to her thigh. During these caresses, I occasionally touched the edge of her panties; unlike the oiliness of her thighs, it was slightly damp and warm. We were no longer holding hands, and my hand had more freedom. Seeing that Mengmeng still didn't object and was leaning back in her chair, intently watching the movie, I tentatively ran my hand across her genitals. She turned her head, gave me a half-smile, and then turned back to watching the movie. Encouraged, I began to focus more on her genitals, gently stroking them with my fingers and occasionally pressing harder. A few minutes later, her lower body became even hotter, and her underwear was a little damp, but she still watched the movie without showing any emotion…

It was past 9 pm when the movie ended, and we walked out of the theater arm in arm. I was thinking about how to ask for a “call girl” the whole way, but unexpectedly, after we left the crowd, she directly asked me, “Can I stay at your place tonight?” I was a little surprised by her directness; besides prostitutes, she was the most direct girl I had ever met. I gave an affirmative answer, and then we rode our bikes home. She sat on the back of the electric bike, her arms wrapped around my waist, her face pressed tightly against my back, and I could clearly feel her breasts through her t-shirt. She acted like a clingy girlfriend; to outsiders, you would never guess she was a prostitute. Actually, I think this kind of girl-next-door prostitute is more irresistible, rather than the kind who comes up to ask for money and then pressures you to start working.

When we got to the apartment complex, we went in separately to avoid the elevator cameras. After changing into slippers, she walked around the house for a bit, then sat on the sofa and looked at her phone. Her skirt was very short, and if she hadn’t crossed her legs while sitting, it would have been easy to see her underwear. I sat down next to her, and she naturally leaned towards me. Seeing how open she was, I didn't hesitate to put my arm around her and gently massaged her breast with my left hand. It was hot, and the sweat from the day had made my body sticky and uncomfortable, so I suggested we take a shower. Mengmeng put down her phone and went into the bathroom. I was completely relaxed now, so I followed her in and asked if we could shower together. She gave me a playful glare and pushed me out, but I was too embarrassed to force my way in.

I waited outside for a while, my heart pounding with excitement. After much deliberation, I took off my clothes and went back in. This time, she didn't push me out; she just smiled and turned to face me sideways.

Mengmeng was very fair-skinned, and her figure was exceptionally good. It was hard to imagine that a woman who had given birth to two children could have such a great figure. Her long, straight legs shone alluringly under the light, her flat, smooth abdomen was without any excess fat, her breasts, neither too big nor too small, were firm, and her buttocks were pert. A patch of dark brown pubic hair lay neatly against her mons pubis. I could imagine that coming from a rural background, she must have never experienced hardship or farm work. She had also mentioned that she hadn't breastfed her children; these factors combined likely prevented her from developing a distorted figure. I felt like I was about to explode; my penis was already erect. I went over and hugged her, cupping her firm breasts in my hands and rubbing my penis against her buttocks. She gently pushed me away, saying, "Take a shower first, then we'll go to bed, um..." I actually really wanted to fuck her in the bathroom, but I restrained myself. After all, she wasn't a truly respectable woman, and I needed to take precautions. I admire myself for that.

After thrusting into her from behind for a while, my lust only intensified. I turned her around to face me, then pressed her against the wall and began kissing her. Her lips were soft, with a faint fragrance. Her makeup had worn off, revealing her natural skin, which I found much more attractive than her heavily made-up appearance. Her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, her eyelashes glistening with moisture, framed a pair of large, soulful eyes. A small, straight nose stood prominently in the center of her face, below which were thin, pale red lips. Her features resembled Yue Lingshan from the 2003 version of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer." I kissed her passionately, my chest pressing tightly against her breasts, my penis rubbing vigorously between her legs. She returned my kisses, occasionally sticking out her nimble tongue. I sucked on her tongue and then thrust my own into her mouth. We entangled like this for several minutes, both panting heavily, the bathroom filled with the atmosphere of spring. That's the advantage of a respectable woman; she can act like your girlfriend, yet be even more exciting. Professional prostitutes, on the other hand, will generally not kiss you. If you try to kiss them, they will turn their heads away. After

resting for a while, I started to "bathe" her, applying shower gel to my hands and caressing her body. She giggled and dodged away. Her nipples were already erect. I leaned over and sucked on them, licking them vigorously with my tongue. My hands weren't idle either; one hand was on her other breast, and the other was between her legs, rubbing her vulva with my wrist. Whether it was her vaginal fluid or the shower gel, Mengmeng's genitals were slippery. I could clearly feel her erect clitoris as I rubbed it back and forth, which excited me even more. I quickened and intensified my actions with my hands and mouth. Soon, Mengmeng's libido was also aroused, and she was already moaning seductively. Her hands, which had been on my back, began to roam all over my back. The woman's rapid breathing, accompanied by her seductive moans, made my penis throb with pain. I let go of her, rinsed my body with the showerhead, and thrust my penis forward, saying, "Give me a kiss."

Mengmeng obediently squatted down, placed her hands on my buttocks, and opened her mouth to take my penis in, sucking and swallowing. The intense stimulation made my already sensitive body tremble. Her oral skills were excellent, which further confirmed my suspicion that she had definitely provided sexual services to customers before, and more than once. I pressed Mengmeng's head down with my hand, thrusting my penis into her mouth with gentle, rhythmic movements, involuntarily letting out moans of pleasure. Soon, soft, wet sounds began to emanate, a slow, unhurried, and undeniably obscene "squelch, squelch." Seeing that she could completely bear it, I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, until I no longer cared whether she could take it or not. I forcefully pressed her head down towards my crotch, my buttocks thrusting forward relentlessly, until my penis was fully inside her mouth, my testicles hitting her chin with soft "slap, slap" sounds. My fully erect penis was only 14 centimeters long, enough to completely shove into her mouth. This depth was incredibly stimulating, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate. I realized I hadn't yet penetrated Mengmeng's vagina, and I couldn't just give up like this; ejaculating would cost me 200 yuan!

So I pulled out my penis, and Mengmeng gagged a few times, scolding, "Be gentle, I can hardly breathe." I pulled her up, kissed her, and smiled apologetically, saying, "Let's take a shower and go to bed!" She didn't answer, but just picked up the showerhead and started washing me. Suddenly, I felt a very happy feeling, and this feeling rose up and suppressed my lust. My penis wasn't so hard anymore and drooped slightly. After she washed me, I took the showerhead and started washing her body. I gently stroked her whole body, as if I were touching a beautiful work of art. At that moment, I had a thought: how wonderful it would be if this work of art could always belong to me...

After we finished washing, we came out of the bathroom naked. Taking a warm shower in the summer is really refreshing, bringing waves of coolness as the body dries. When we got to the room, I turned on the air conditioner, otherwise I would definitely sweat during exercise later. Once we were in the room, Mengmeng started asking me for money, saying that the industry rule was to pay first, then provide the service. I wanted to pay after we finished, but she disagreed, so I didn't insist and gave her 200 yuan in cash. She took it and said with slight disappointment, "A cash?"

I said, "Didn't we agree on 200?" I'm actually quite stingy, so naturally I didn't want to spend more money.

She put the money in her bag and then went to find a towel to dry herself. After that, we sat side by side on the edge of the bed and chatted for a while. I asked her if she had worked as a hostess before, and she smiled but didn't answer, which basically meant she admitted it.

I asked again, "Is my penis big?"

She laughed again, "It's alright!"

"How many penises have you seen?"

"Get lost!"

I gently hugged her, and with my other hand began to caress her breasts, "Tell me about them!"

Her smile faded, paused, then smiled again, "I can't remember, maybe a dozen! Yours isn't big, but I've seen smaller ones, so it's average!" She sighed and then laughed, "You all seem to care a lot about your size, more than one of you has asked me! Actually, average is fine, women who want to have sex with you don't care about that..."

I placed my now completely retracted penis in her palm, gesturing for her to help. She gently pinched it and laughed, "It's really small like this, like a caterpillar." I didn't answer, but my hands continued to knead her full breasts.

After a while, my lust began to slowly rise, and my penis gradually became erect. I pushed Mengmeng down on the bed, spread her legs, and used my tongue to lick her already wet vulva. Mengmeng's genitals were beautiful. Her pubic hair was a light, soft, yellowish-brown, sparsely distributed on her mons pubis. Her labia majora weren't black; when moist, they were an alluring deep red. Parting the labia majora revealed a small pink opening—Mengmeng's vulva. I slid my tongue back and forth between her clitoris and vulva, pushing the tip of my tongue further in when I reached the opening. Her vaginal fluid had a very mild taste, a little salty mixed with a hint of fishiness, but it tasted wonderful, without any nausea. Having such a beautiful woman's genitals right before my eyes, and being able to manipulate them at will, drove me wild. My movements became increasingly larger and harder. The woman's buttocks involuntarily lifted and gently swayed, and she began to moan loudly, her overflowing vaginal fluid smearing my face.

At this moment, my penis was fully erect, the purplish-red glans swollen like a throbbing cock, veins bulging on the erect shaft. I turned my body 180 degrees and lay on the bed, gently moving Mengmeng's buttocks. Mengmeng was very perceptive; she got up and knelt above my head, pressing her entire vulva against my face, then bent down to give me oral sex. I closed my eyes and quietly felt the sensation of my penis in her mouth. I knew she was very skilled with her mouth when we did oral sex in the bathroom; the process of swallowing and releasing my penis was completely without any teeth sensation, similar to the feeling of penetration, but because her tongue was more dexterous, she would also lick the glans with her tongue during the swallowing and releasing process. This kind of stimulation surpassed direct intercourse.

After resting for a few minutes, I started giving her oral sex. Because I was pressed down by her buttocks, I could no longer lick her vulva directly, so I could only tilt my head back to stimulate her clitoris, and then use one hand to stimulate her vulva. I inserted two fingers into her vulva and pressed hard on her vaginal vestibule, while constantly licking her clitoris. Soon, Mengmeng was also controlled by lust; her oral sex movements were no longer so coherent, licking a few times and then pausing, interspersed with loud moans and panting, and her buttocks were also gently twisting.

This stimulation was hard to sustain; soon my tongue and fingers ached, forcing me to stop and continue enjoying the woman's services. Without my "restraint," Mengmeng's oral sex became much more vigorous. When she took it in, she'd take the entire penis into her mouth; when she released it, she'd gently swirl her tongue around the glans and coronal sulcus, while her right hand pinched the base of my penis, occasionally rubbing my testicles. Mengmeng's oral sex was incredibly pleasurable, accompanied by a feeling of being touched. I felt she treated me like her lover; it truly felt like two people were "making love." Later, I went to prostitutes, but I never experienced this feeling again. Some prostitutes were indeed very dedicated, but their dedication was to make you ejaculate quickly. I think that should be called "sexual release" or "intercourse," not "making love." So, even after all these years, Mengmeng remains unforgettable, and I always regret not having met her more often.

After a few minutes of focused enjoyment, the pleasure was about to reach its peak, and I felt my semen was ready to gush out. I patted her buttocks to signal her to stop. The advantage of a young married woman is her exceptional understanding of sex; she can understand and cooperate fully with any movement you make. Mengmeng rolled over and naturally spread her legs, completely exposing her genitals to me. At this point, I was on the verge of ejaculation and naturally didn't dare to penetrate directly. So, I knelt between her legs and began to tease her vulva. I used my fingers to part her labia, revealing the pink, tender flesh inside. It was very wet and slippery, the cherry-like flesh covered in a smooth, oily liquid, glistening with a lustful sheen. After teasing her for a while, I lowered my head and continued to give her oral sex. Mengmeng held my head with both hands, closed her eyes, and began to moan and groan, her breathing becoming rapid, her breasts heaving, and her legs involuntarily clamping together. Her vulva was wet inside and out, completely soaked with her juices.

I took out a condom I had prepared beforehand and handed it to her. When engaging in prostitution, it's still important to take precautions. Even if the other woman agrees to you ejaculating inside her, you can't be too indulgent; after all, you don't know if her previous clients had any diseases. Mengmeng tore open the packaging, one hand supporting her erect penis, the other slipping on the condom. Then she moved her buttocks onto my lap, aligning her vulva with the glans and guiding the condom into my vagina. As it slowly entered, we both involuntarily let out a groan. After her buttocks rose and fell a few times, it finally reached the bottom. The warm, tight feeling was unforgettable, so pleasurable I wanted to cry. Why do I keep emphasizing that this is a unique woman? How many women who have given birth to two children can maintain such a figure, keeping their breasts from sagging, and having such a tight vagina after natural childbirth? I've slept with three or four women after giving birth. When I put my penis in Sister Wang's vagina, she was in her forties, I didn't feel anything except for the wetness and heat unless I kept thrusting. Sister Lingling, who was in her thirties, still had a certain tightness in her vagina, but her figure had changed a bit. As for that older sister who sold herself, needless to say...

Mengmeng knelt down and started moving her buttocks up and down. My penis went in and out of her tight vagina. The intense stimulation made me want to thrust upwards from below, but the woman's whole body was sitting on my hips, and she was quite heavy. After a couple of thrusts, I couldn't lift her anymore, so I relaxed and let her move around. My free hands reached out to grasp her breasts, which bounced like white rabbits, kneading and squeezing them, watching them change shape in my hands. The dim light from the bedside lamp shone on the woman's fair body, making her look like a white jade Bodhisattva. I couldn't help but think: why did humans evolve sex into such a pleasurable act? It must all be for reproduction, although nowadays human sexual behavior is no longer solely for procreation.

Mengmeng's vaginal fluids flowed more and more, so much so that the area where we were joined was soaked, and even more fluids continued to flow out, down my penis to my scrotum and buttocks. If this continued, I thought the sheets below would be soaked! With each movement, her breathing became heavier, and she occasionally let out a few labored moans, which stirred my heart, like a brush tickling my soul. She was clearly completely absorbed in the sex, all her attention drawn to the throbbing penis inside her vagina. Her hands were on my chest, her cherry-like mouth slightly parted, her eyes half-closed, focused solely on this pleasurable yet shameful act. The squelching sounds of water continued, and a fishy, pungent smell, the kind only present during sex, filled the room.

The woman's breathing grew heavier, and sweat beaded on her forehead. I figured she must be exhausted to be sweating with the air conditioning on. To let her rest, we switched to a more traditional position. I pulled her buttocks to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide, completely exposing her genitals. Her pink labia majora were stretched open by her legs, revealing a moist, glistening opening. I stood on the floor, supporting her legs with my shoulders. Mengmeng's body was almost folded in half, her full buttocks slightly raised by her legs, her pink vulva bulging out, appearing even more plump and wet. I held my glistening penis in one hand, parted her labia with the glans, and inserted it into her wet opening.

As she lay down, she asked, "Is it comfortable?"

"Of course, you're a pro," I joked. She smiled and was about to speak when my penis forced its way through her pink labia and plunged in, burying it all the way in, silencing her words. Without a pause, I began thrusting in and out with vigorous, sweeping movements. When I pulled out, only the head of my penis remained, sometimes even completely leaving her vagina. When I thrust in, my entire lower body pressed against hers, pushing my penis even deeper. The room echoed with the sounds of "slap, slap, slap," like hands slapping wet skin. The vigorous movements caused the bed to creak, the headboard hitting the wall with a "clang." The intense thrusting drove Mengmeng wild. She clutched the sheets, closed her eyes, and groaned loudly. Her hair was a mess from her constant writhing, and her white breasts, like two porcelain bowls, swayed back and forth with my movements. The sounds of skin hitting skin, the woman's moans, and the creaking of the bed created a scene of debauchery in the room.

After a few dozen rapid thrusts, the speed slowed down. I looked down at my penis going in and out of her vagina. Each time it was pulled out, it was covered in sticky, cloudy white vaginal fluid, glistening under the light. When I inserted it further, her labia would sink in, causing the sides of her vagina to bulge high. Besides the physical pleasure, the visual stimulation during sex is also a great joy! Looking at the beautiful scene before me, a thought flashed through my mind: This woman's vagina is really beautiful. I wonder who else, besides her husband and me, has been so lucky to have fucked her?

Suddenly, I remembered the times I used to eavesdrop on my neighbors' sex lives with my friends. It was similar then, but back then we were outside the room, and I had to imagine everything. At that time, I would imagine the bride's naked bottom. Because I had no real sexual experience, I only knew that after the wedding, the bride and groom would "fuck," but I didn't really know what "fucking" actually looked like. That night, three or five of my friends climbed over the wall and waited for a long time in the groom's yard. Finally, they heard movement from inside the room. I can still clearly remember the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the woman's moans that night. The bride's mumbled "Fuck me" left us all looking at each other in bewilderment. Her moans and pleas for sex puzzled me greatly. Why would she ask to continue "fuck me" when she was moaning in such pain?

After fucking for a while, I lowered the woman's legs, then bent down, my penis still inside her, and gently moved. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. Mengmeng naturally took my tongue in her mouth and sucked on it. A woman's willingness to kiss you during sex can greatly enhance the sexual experience. This is true, intimate sex. Sex that rushes to orgasm and ejaculation right away is meaningless; it's just the release of primal desires. Mengmeng's legs wrapped around my waist like snakes, twisting her hips to match my thrusts. She moaned softly, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her soft breasts, squeezed together, became fuller, trembling and contorting with our movements. Her long legs encircled his waist, her fair skin smooth as silk, rubbing against my body as if trying to melt into me…

Wearing a condom reduced the stimulation considerably; otherwise, I would have ejaculated long ago! Even after several minutes of rapid thrusting, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I dared not move, my penis still inside her, as I lay on top of her, panting heavily. Mengmeng also stopped her loud moans, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, her snow-white breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her hairstyle was already disheveled; her high bun was askew, and a few strands of bangs were scattered across her flushed, lustful face, exuding an indescribable allure.

After resting for a few minutes, I started slowly grinding inside her vagina again. Then I suddenly remembered that Mengmeng's ass was also exceptional, so I pulled out my penis: "Let's do it from behind!"

Mengmeng mumbled, "Quite a few tricks," and obediently knelt on the edge of the bed, her snow-white buttocks facing outwards, her legs wide open. After all that, the condom on my penis was half-dry and a little wrinkled, so I tore it off, turned around, and grabbed a new one. To satisfy my visual stimulation, I turned on the table lamp. Mengmeng's buttocks were facing the lamp, and her lower body was completely exposed. Her vulva was sticky and glistening with moisture, her pubic hair clinging messily to her skin. Without external force, her labia majora were closed, forming a beautiful fleshy slit, and above that was her reddish-brown anus, contracting and expanding. Sure enough, it was a pair of exquisite buttocks, with fair, tender skin and soft curves, plus a charming little pussy and a clean, brown anus. I wondered how many men could remain virtuous in the face of such a naked, beautiful young woman…

Of course, I'm not a virtuous man, just a commoner, so I couldn't resist. I walked behind this exquisite buttocks, grabbed the woman's waist, and thrust in, immediately starting to pump vigorously. This was a woman with an excellent figure, not fat but fleshy, especially in the right places, which were definitely not thin, like the buttocks in front of me. With each thrust of my penis, her plump buttocks trembled and rippled, and the "slap slap slap" sound of our bodies colliding began to fill the air, echoing the woman's moans, a truly erotic scene, extremely lewd!

The woman's vagina was full of water, and with each thrust of my penis, the juices were everywhere, and the vaginal fluid kept gushing out. The two women's skin couldn't hold so much, and it flowed down their thighs, leaving twisted, shiny marks on their fair skin. I pulled one hand out and slipped it between them, pressing it against the woman's clitoris and rubbing it vigorously. Her clitoris was already soaked with vaginal fluid, so the rubbing felt smooth. While this affected the depth of penetration, it accelerated the accumulation of pleasure for her.

Under this double stimulation, Mengmeng's moans grew louder and louder. Her head was buried between her arms, her moans sounding suppressed and low, and her head was constantly shaking. I felt her vagina getting hotter and hotter, beginning to contract rhythmically; perhaps she was close to orgasm! Worried about ejaculating prematurely, I slowed down my thrusts, but increased the speed of my hand. Mengmeng continued to moan and writhe wildly. With each slow thrust, her labia minora slid in and out, and the air that had been drawn in during the rapid penetration was gradually expelled, making "plop plop" sounds like farts. Watching my penis go in and out of her vagina, I felt incredibly satisfied. I thought, "Let me cum quickly, maybe I can have another round after that..."

Mengmeng's climax finally arrived. Under my rapid finger movements, her waist suddenly arched, and her moans abruptly stopped for a few seconds. Then, her buttocks jiggled forward and downward several times before the moans resumed, this time longer and more prolonged. The muscles inside her vagina contracted violently, gripping my penis tightly for a few seconds and then releasing, like a baby sucking on its fingers, gripping and releasing again... Because the thrusting was very slow, although the stimulation from the tight grip of her vagina was intense, I didn't ejaculate. At this point, I withdrew my fingers, but didn't stop thrusting my penis. Half a minute later, she collapsed onto the bed, her arched waist collapsing, only her buttocks still sticking up high. After

resting for a moment, I withdrew my penis, making a "pop" sound as it left her vagina, like the sound of a foot being forcefully pulled out of mud. I forcefully pushed her down onto the bed, making her lie on her side. As her body swayed, the gas that had been squeezed into her vagina was expelled with a few "plop" sounds, like she was farting. Looking at her disheveled lower body, I inserted my penis again. Her vagina was extremely slippery, so I easily shoved it all the way in. After more than ten minutes of sexual stimulation and Mengmeng's orgasmic response, my lust was high, and I just wanted to ejaculate. So, I braced myself on the bed with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts with the other, and began to thrust with all my might. Her body was pounded like a small boat in a storm, her breasts heaving in waves larger than her buttocks. The woman, who had temporarily calmed down, started moaning again...

My favorite position before ejaculation is with the woman lying on her side with her buttocks resting on the edge of the bed, standing and entering from behind. This position makes her labia close more tightly, and her vagina feels even tighter. My penis is completely surrounded by her vaginal muscles as I thrust in and out, which is very stimulating. After thrusting like this for dozens of times, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. My penis became even harder, and my lower back felt numb. I pulled my hands back, placing one hand on Mengmeng's buttocks and the other on the woman's hand. I leaned back slightly to make it easier to penetrate deeper, and my lower body thrust in and out of her vagina at an incredible speed. The woman beneath me was moaning and groaning incessantly, and she was pulling hard on my hand. Finally, her orgasm was coming. I shouted, "I'm going to cum, clench tighter!"

Mengmeng obediently clenched her vagina, and I thrust deeper a few more times, trembling as I ejaculated the first spurt of semen, followed by the second, the third... As the semen continued to spray, I continued my irregular thrusting. After ejaculating seven or eight times, I finally finished. Panting, I lay down, burying my head between the woman's breasts, listening to her heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. I figured I was pretty good too!

After resting for a few minutes, I stood up, squeezed the condom, and pulled out my now-shrunken penis. There was a clump of milky-white semen in the reservoir—more than I usually ejaculate during masturbation. We went to the bathroom, showered, and climbed into bed to rest. Having completely released my sexual desire, I started to regret it. I felt rather dirty. The thought I had before ejaculating—to quickly finish so the woman could service me and then have sex again after getting an erection—had vanished. The woman lying in my arms didn't seem to want to hug or caress me much. This must be what they call "sage time"! This is what sex without emotion is like! I've experienced this many times. Before each encounter, I'm always eager to get the woman to bed, and during the act, I want to meld her into my own body. Afterward, I regret it and swear I won't do it again, but after a while, the urge returns... Maybe it's because of the women I pay for sex with. Several times, I've been able to have sex with the women I hooked up with repeatedly, or continue being intimate afterward without feeling disgusted. Is it possible that people subconsciously resist this kind of "sex transaction"?

Mengmeng expressed her desire to stay overnight, which I wasn't really willing to accept. After all, I don't feel comfortable leaving a complete stranger in my house to sleep. Of course, I regretted it later, and even wanted to slap myself and ask what I was thinking. Many prostitutes charge several times more for an overnight stay than for a single encounter, and I actually refused her free companionship! Also, she was lying in my arms, constantly stroking my limp penis, clearly trying to get it aroused for another round, and I, a completely idiotic customer at the time, didn't even think about it. All I was thinking about was how to refuse her request to stay overnight. What the hell is that? What's the use of regretting it later? Even spending money couldn't get in touch with such a wonderful woman…

The KTV owner's call saved me from my "urgent crisis." It was almost 11 pm after we finished. Maybe he was worried about Mengmeng being out for so long, or maybe he had clients to entertain; anyway, he kept urging her to go home. She gave a few perfunctory replies and hung up, still insisting on staying to sleep with me, saying she wouldn't charge me more and we could do it again if she wanted. Stupid as I am, I still tried to persuade her to go home. After a few rounds, she understood I didn't want her to stay overnight, and got out of bed to get dressed

, looking unhappy. After getting ready, I rode my electric scooter to take her home. Because it was far, I didn't take her all the way; I found a taxi on the way and let her take it… For the next few days, we still chatted occasionally. I could sense from her words that she still hoped I would ask her out again, perhaps to earn money or to alleviate her loneliness. She also said that she had been "going out" all along, but still preferred to do it with me. "Making love with you is the most comfortable," were her exact words. Of course, this might not be the truth; perhaps she'd said it to many others! It was just about increasing her "business volume." She fell in love very quickly during that period, becoming a seasoned pro, except for some shyness.

She even created a WeChat group for customers and potential customers, and then pulled me into her "customer group." Everyone in the group knew the situation, so occasionally someone would ask about prices, ask for a photo, and compliment her, but I never said a word.

Later, she asked me twice when we could go to the movies together again, saying, "Next time, just give me 150!"

Looking back, I think I was tempted then, really wanting to sleep with her again, but the guilt and self-reproach from just having sex with her still lingered, so I ultimately didn't ask her out again. I still regret that. After sleeping with her for a while, we chatted enthusiastically for a few days, but then things faded. I can't remember how we lost contact. In the end, I think she mentioned she didn't want to work at the karaoke bar anymore, that the irregular hours were too tiring, and that she wanted to go home or do something else.

Then one day she deleted me, or maybe she really wanted to cut ties with that experience? Or perhaps she thought I wouldn't patronize her business anymore? Or something else? After discovering I'd been deleted, I deleted her too. I haven't seen her since, nor heard from her...

To this day, she remains the most beautiful woman I've ever slept with. I miss her so much—her fair skin, delicate face, high breasts, straight, long, white legs, her slender, snow-white waist, and her sinister ass. And of course, her cunt, like a waterfall—what a paradise! What's lost can never be regained. Is this fortune? Or regret?

She glides across the pond, her fragrant dust carried away. With whom will I spend my golden years? Moonlit bridges, flower-filled courtyards, latticed windows, and vermilion doors—only spring knows.

[The End]

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