Proud Little Stallion

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Jin Feng was only twenty-five years old. He had very fair skin, and I often teased him that he had "pigmentation deficiency." Not only was his skin fair, but his hair was also brownish-yellow, which is rare among people of Asian descent. He was often mistaken for being mixed-race, but I knew he wasn't; he was a native-born Chinese from my hometown.

He had been working in the entertainment industry in this city for many years, but he had only ever played minor roles. He often comforted himself by saying, "Just wait, one day I'll make you damn directors look at me with new eyes!" Whenever he was down, I was always the first person he confided in, because we were in similar situations—both had experienced setbacks in our youth.

"How's that role?" we asked, sitting at a table in the "Stranger" bar.

He grimaced and said indignantly, "That old whore is a fucking liar! All that talk about her connections in the film industry? She's just a money-grubbing whore!"

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but laugh. "That old woman named Beibei? Doesn't she run a private film training school? She used to be a very famous movie star, with connections in the film industry. Many young people from out of town got roles and became famous overnight thanks to her recommendations." "Go to hell!" he cursed. "That old whore is actually a fucking slut who only likes to sleep with young, handsome men. She not only plays with their bodies but also swindles their money." She always told the young people who came to learn from her: "You've come to the right place. Only I, Xiao Beibei, can help you realize your dreams in this city. Just do as I say, and I guarantee that every talented young person can make a name for themselves in the film industry!"

When those young people placed their hopes on her, she would make them pay exorbitant tuition fees. If she takes a fancy to a handsome young man, she'll find a way to make him believe that if he can satisfy her in bed, she'll give him special treatment and use her connections in the film industry to get him good roles. "And what happens? Just some minor roles with only a few lines. But to become famous with these lousy roles is a pipe dream! She always says that big stars all started with these unknown roles, and if they weren't noticed by directors, it's because their acting skills weren't good enough. They need to learn from her. Damn it!" I finally understood the situation and laughed, saying, "So, she wasn't lying to you. I think she really did her best, but you're just unlucky, or maybe you're really not suited to be a movie star!" "What? You're actually siding with that old bitch? How am I not suited to be a movie star?" Jin Feng glared at him.

"It's true that many big stars, like you, started out playing supporting roles, but they had talent and were able to seize opportunities, while you didn't! That's why I'm saying that Xiao Beibei really didn't lie to you, and she really did try her best. She was indeed very popular a long time ago, but we were still young then!" I said confidently.

Jin Feng has always respected me and treated me like an older brother. When he first came to this city, I took him in.

So he takes everything I say very seriously.

"How...how can you be so sure?" he said. "You know her?" "My mother knows her. She used to be one of my mother's favorite movie stars!" I stared at him and said,

"So, I think you can't blame her for not being chosen by the director; you can only blame yourself! I told you long ago, you're not suited for the film industry!"

He deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping into the chair, muttering to himself, "Maybe I really am not suited for acting! That Li Ming, she also introduced him to play a supporting role, but he was chosen by the director. It seems it's my own problem. If I'm not going to be an actor, then what am I doing here all this way?" "What are you doing? You can do anything. Do you want to leave here and go back?" I said.

"Besides acting, I can't do anything else. What can I do here?" "Believe me, you'll have plenty to do!" I smiled at him. "Tell me the truth first, otherwise I can't help you!"

He looked up at me, stunned. "You ask, when have I ever not told you the truth, brother?" I smiled and said, "You just called her an old whore and a bitch. Tell me, did you also sleep with this Xiao Beibei?"

His face suddenly turned red. He looked at me embarrassedly and whispered, "If I wanted her to give me special treatment, of course, I had to...sleep with her."

"That's good," I said. "How does it feel to sleep with a woman her age?" Jin Feng stared at me with wide eyes and smiled bitterly. "Brother, don't tease me. This...how do I say this?"

"You have to say it. This is crucial!" I insisted.

"Not bad," he said, avoiding my eyes. "Xiao Beibei is a bit old, but she takes good care of herself. Her skin and figure are still great, and her temperament is even better. Just as you said, she must have been a great beauty when she was young. Moreover, her sex drive is very strong, and she has a lot of tricks in bed, like a slut who's skilled in that area." I nodded. "So, you think it's pleasurable to sleep with a woman her age. Right?" He nodded, but explained, "You know, I sleep with her because she can help me..." "I know you have many girlfriends, you're not..." "I only slept with her because I wanted her old body!" I interrupted him. "Tell me, compared to your promiscuous young girlfriends, who do you prefer?

I mean, in bed."

He tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Well, those girls are bold, trendy, they dare to try anything, and they're very skilled in lovemaking, but they're shallow, lacking that... that mature femininity. Xiao Beibei has that femininity. In bed, she's sometimes like a slut, sometimes like a loving mother. In short, they each have their own charm, and I... I can't say which one I prefer."

"That makes things much easier!" I said easily. "You're exactly the person I'm looking for!" "What? Does this have anything to do with my interests in lovemaking?"

"Of course, I know a very rich but lonely woman. She has great taste, and she needs a young man like you to sleep with her. As long as you can satisfy her, she's willing to pay a high price." "My God, you'll meet such a rich woman? How much?" Jin Feng asked in surprise.

"Five hundred."

"Wow—" he exclaimed, "That's a considerable sum!" "So? Interested?" I said with a smile.

"Seriously, I'd like to try," he said, swallowing hard, "but my place is like a doghouse, I can't find a suitable place."

"She'll take you to a hotel," I said. "Want me to arrange it for you?" "Then… how long do I have to stay with her?"

"Ha…" I laughed, "That depends on your skills! I think an hour should be enough." I didn't know what word was appropriate for male prostitutes. I thought "gigolo" or "male dancer" would be suitable; they were all about greasy hair and pretty faces. I felt that what I was doing should be different. "Stallion" seemed more fitting, because hearing that name reminded me of the proudest stallions in my hometown's herds, which might make me feel a little better.

As for what I did to Jin Feng, there was a better word: pimping—introducing others to sell their bodies for profit.

I was finding a man for a woman; this world was truly upside down. I wondered if I was going crazy.

I quickly called Karin, and she answered after three rings.

"This is Yunrong," I said.

"I was just waiting for your call. I didn't have any social engagements today. So, have you found me a cute little stallion?" Her tone was a bit sarcastic.

"Yes, that's why I'm calling you. He's a twenty-five-year-old guy in the entertainment industry." "Really? I've seen plenty of guys who want to be stars," she said critically. "What's his character like?

Is he reliable?"

I was a little angry. "You don't trust me?"

"Oh, no." She sensed my tone. "I'm just afraid of running into those troublesome thugs." "Don't worry, he's my best brother." "

Great, then I'll wait for him in the lobby of the Grand Hotel at three o'clock this afternoon. I'll have him hold a black tulip, that way I'll recognize him." "

Okay," I said, "It's a deal."

"Wait," she suddenly said, "I've already made arrangements for my friend. Are you free after six tonight?"

"Of course! How do I meet her?" This was exactly what I was waiting for.

"It's her first time doing this, so she's a little nervous. I think it'll be better if she comes to your place. Once you get to know each other, she might take you back to her mansion."

"Okay, what's her name? What should I call her?"

She paused for a moment, then said, "Just call her Linda."

"Linda," I repeated. I knew that must be her English name again.

"I hope you won't disappoint my friend." She was full of business acumen. "This is an important start for you." "I'll make her happy!" I said confidently.

"She's a bit introverted, so you'll have to be patient! Good luck...hehe..." She laughed and hung up the phone.

Back home, I tidied up our room a bit, then called Wu Shen and asked him to come home two hours later after work.

"What the hell are you up to!" he said, but still agreed.

I went to a small pub and ordered beer and fried rice. While eating, I thought about how I'd gotten 1600 yuan from Karin last week. If she was satisfied with Jin Feng, I could get at least 200 yuan more. Of course, tonight I could also earn a hefty 2000 yuan from Linda. If I performed well, there might even be extra tips.

This income was more than my monthly salary at the company, and the tax bureau would never know. I could get cash immediately afterward—this way of making money was really great. I felt that being a stud was perfect for me. I thought I'd quit my job tomorrow to dedicate more energy to making this kind of money.

Linda was almost half an hour late. She had long, jet-black hair, a slightly plump figure, and looked to be at least forty-eight or forty-nine years old. She wasn't pretty, just average-looking. However, her jewelry and fashion were incredibly expensive.

Once inside, she looked at everything except me. I pointed to the messy furnishings and joked, "This looks a bit like a doghouse."

"I feel…" she stammered, "I feel so strange." She suddenly burst into tears.

"Hey," I said, "my place isn't that bad, is it?" She turned her head away, her hair swaying.

"Plain water," she said in a low voice, "thank you!"

When I brought her the water, she was on the sofa, her hands covering her face. I patted her shoulder and handed her the glass.

She took a few large gulps and gave me the empty glass back.

Karin was right; Linda was a very introverted woman, and I had to be careful.

"What's wrong?" I asked with concern.

She pulled a tissue from her purse. "I've never done anything like this before!" she said, sniffling.

"Here's what we'll do," I said with a smile, "if you regret it, you can grab your coat and hat and go out now.

Isn't it a waste to come out looking for fun only to end up feeling miserable?" I used a push-and-pull tactic to calm her hesitation.

"No!" she protested, "I won't regret it." "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but don't forget, you can change your mind anytime." I pulled her into the bedroom. Seeing my simple bed and blankets, she started crying again. I helped her sit on the edge of the bed and put my arm around her shoulder.

"Linda, why did you do this?" I asked softly.

"Because my husband is unfaithful. He treats me like leftovers, he never touches me!" she sobbed.

"No, you're not leftovers," I said seriously.

She took a deep breath and looked up at me with teary eyes.

"I don't know what to do," she said, trembling. "Should we... take off our clothes? Or is there some other way?"

Looking at her helpless expression, I began to feel a surge of affection for her. "It's up to you," I said softly.

She considered for a moment. "I think it's easier to take off my clothes. I don't want to wrinkle my skirt." Her fingers trembled as she took them off, so I had to help her. She smelled wonderful, the most expensive perfume on the market. Her skin was fair and smooth; for a woman in her late forties, her skin was remarkably well-maintained.

When I undressed her until she was only wearing her bra and panties, she shyly crossed her smooth thighs tightly, trying to cover her slightly plump belly and her breasts hanging in her bra with her hands.

She quickly turned her head away as I undressed her. I boldly stripped naked, my penis dangling cutely between my legs, already beginning to awaken.

I stroked my penis a few times with my hand, and it immediately raised its large glans, standing there erect, a full seven inches long.

I deliberately let my penis throb in front of her and said, "Linda, are you satisfied with my body?" She blushed, her eyes quickly glancing at my penis before turning away, then she nodded.

Her shyness only fueled my desire. I removed her hands from her stomach and chest, softly saying, "Don't be shy, okay? Your body is actually very beautiful, a mature beauty. You should proudly show it off!"

She turned her face away, still avoiding my genitals, only looking into my eyes, and whispered, "I don't know. I think my naked body is very ugly. My breasts are sagging, my stomach is protruding, and... am I getting a little fat...?"

I slowly unhooked her bra, letting her two plump, sagging breasts hang down, the nipples long enough to almost touch her protruding belly. I let out a sigh of admiration.

She covered her face with her hands, embarrassed, and said, "I told you, my breasts are very saggy. You see, without a bra to support them, they'd sag terribly."

I gently cupped her soft, large breasts in my hands, kneading them lightly, and said earnestly, "I don't think they're ugly at all. On the contrary, I think they're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. Look how soft and substantial they are in my hands."

Touched by my words, she looked down at her large breasts in my hands and couldn't help but stroke her nipples with her own hands, whispering, "Really? Are they really still beautiful?" "Of course they're beautiful. Look, my penis is already erect for them!" I tried to make the atmosphere more cheerful.

"Yes, it looks so magnificent," she said, much more relaxed than before, and this time she looked down at my penis carefully.

"Come on, touch it with your hand, feel its warmth." I placed her hand on my penis.

Her hand trembled as she grasped my penis, making it even harder. She stroked it a few times, and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes.

She was such a sentimental woman! I quickly hugged her and asked carefully, "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

She shook her head, wiping her eyes with her other hand. "It's not your fault, it's...it's my own problem." She looked at her other hand, still gripping my penis, and whispered, "Look, how magnificent and lovely it is! You know what? I haven't touched this thing for over twenty years! I feel like I'm living a life of widowhood..." "I understand how you feel. Your husband is so wrong! But it'll be alright from now on. You can come to me anytime if you need anything," I comforted her.

I then pulled down her panties. She was still somewhat embarrassed, covering her genitals with her hands. I told her to take her hands away and that I really loved her naked body. To convince her that her naked body was still so sexy and alluring, I asked her to walk around the bedroom naked twice. She initially resisted, but when I told her I wanted to appreciate her lovely naked body from different angles, she agreed. It was clear she had developed deep feelings for me.

I watched her mature, naked body, at forty-eight years old, turn around in the room. Her buttocks were flat and wide, her cleft shallow, easily revealing her purplish-brown anus. Her pubic hair was thick, a dark patch covering her vulva, even sparsely growing around her anus.

My eyes could tell this voluptuous, mature body had been thirsting for a long time. Her body, lacking passion, craved a man's touch. This desire was as intense as a cicada breaking free of its cocoon, finally transforming into a free moth.

Facing this woman, a strong sense of tenderness suddenly rose within me, an emotion that temporarily surpassed my desire for money. I secretly vowed to seduce and love her to my heart's content, to let lust consume her.

I made her stand naked in the center of the room, and I circled her naked body, kissing and caressing her face and neck with my hands and mouth. My hands covered her soft, loose breasts, kneading and playing with them, my mouth sliding to her two long, large nipples, licking and sucking.

My erect penis occasionally pressed against her plump buttocks or protruding belly. The masculine energy finally ignited her passion and lust.

Suddenly, she tilted her head back towards me, her delicate fragrance brushing against my cheek, her sensual lips almost touching my face. Her eyes were tightly closed, as if yearning for me to possess her, to melt her in her dreamlike state, to blend fantasy and passion together, to savor the taste of rape.

Women are all incomprehensible masochists!

In an instant, my chest surged with passion; I wanted to knead and conquer her mature body completely. My gentle caresses suddenly turned rough; I wantonly and forcefully kneaded her large, loose breasts, as if trying to squeeze milk from them.

My mouth held her nipples, sucking and biting, sometimes stretching them long, sometimes using my teeth to bite them together and hold them in my mouth.

Linda didn't seem to care about my sudden, almost sadistic behavior; in fact, she seemed to be enjoying it.

She stood naked on the ground, legs spread wide, head tilted back, eyes closed, letting me play with her body at will. When I took her long nipples into my mouth and bit them, she would moan softly.

I released her large, red breasts and focused on her lower body. I parted her thick pubic hair with one hand and inserted my index and middle fingers into her vagina, while my thumb rubbed her soft clitoris. My other hand followed her buttocks to her anus and immediately inserted my middle finger.

Linda was sandwiched between my hands and had to stand with her legs wide open. With each thrust of my hands, her entire lower body began to twist violently.

"Oh...you're so rough...your fingers...so...so powerful..." she moaned intermittently, her voice never loud, which was consistent with her introverted personality.

"Don't you want to be rough? Stop, okay?" I teased, vigorously playing with her vagina and anus with both hands.

"No...don't stop...don't..." Having experienced the stimulation of being fondled by a man, she didn't want to lose it anymore.

My lust reached its peak amidst her moans, and I suddenly pulled my hands away, roughly pushing her to the ground. I made her support herself with her hands on the ground, her wide, loose buttocks raised high, revealing her mature vulva and anus, which I had made wet, to me.

I straddled her buttocks and thrust my thick penis into her thirsty vagina.

Just as my seven-inch penis slid in to the hilt, my glans also pressed hard against her cervix, which had been barren for many years.

"Oh...so big..." Linda let out a muffled groan, her whole body turning slightly red from lust.

I left my penis fully inserted into her vagina for a while, until Linda couldn't help but wriggle her buttocks, before I began to fuck her.

I started by thrusting hard and fiercely. Linda's vagina, empty for over twenty years, was suddenly being penetrated so violently by my large penis. I wondered if she could withstand it.

The answer came quickly: not only could she, but she also completely changed from her pitiful state when she arrived. Like a mare in heat, she swayed her large buttocks, welcoming my stallion's charge.

I was having an incredibly pleasurable time. This scene drove me crazy and lewd. As I rode on her large buttocks and thrust hard, I swung my hands across her swaying buttocks, making crisp slapping sounds.

Soon, her buttocks were covered in red, five-finger marks. I was intoxicated by this almost sadistic intercourse.

Linda didn't stop me; on the contrary, she would occasionally turn her head to look at me with satisfaction.

Her soul was gradually drawn into this enchanting symphony, entering a state of ecstasy with the rhythm of the slapping.

Sweat soaked our skin, and we forgot all language… I felt like I was riding the fattest mare across a vast prairie.

Suddenly, the whole world unfolded before us…

I heard her cry out loudly, “Faster…faster…no…no…” Then her hips stopped moving, and she collapsed to the ground, her whole body trembling. I could feel the silent writhing of her vagina, rubbing against my penis inside.

I wanted to reignite her passion in her ecstatic state!

I withdrew my penis, lifted her trembling body onto the bed, and she shuddered violently, her eyes opening briefly before slowly closing again.

Her desire was slowly cooling…

Suddenly, before she could react, my teeth gently bit her melting clitoris, like a dragonfly skimming the water, a fleeting touch.

My lust surged again...

I gently bit her earlobe and breathed into her ear... She groaned, her body seemingly reviving after her orgasm... I once again used my hands and lips to caress and kiss her sweaty naked body, from her face to her neck, from her breasts to her lower abdomen...

Her desire was reignited, she breathed heavily, her hungry mouth finding my penis, and she swallowed it whole.

I enjoyed her oral sex; she seemed grateful for the pleasure my penis had just given her, holding it like a treasure, kissing it passionately, and gently licking it with her tongue.

I reciprocated by burying my head between her legs, looking at her labia still open from my penis's penetration, and the clitoris protruding from its tip, ignoring the pungent smell of her vaginal fluid, and licking it with my tongue.

We performed oral sex on each other until we both couldn't resist anymore, and then we began a second sexual intercourse.

This time we used the woman-on-top position because I like watching her long, droopy breasts bounce up and down in front of me.

Soon we were both bathed in the raging storm…

We forgot about the world…

Finally, we were rekindled in the storm…

The wind stopped, the rain ceased, and her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I hurriedly embraced her limp body, trying to prolong this precious feeling, to savor it.

As I got out of bed with the money, I heard a barely audible voice: “I hope to see you often…” Linda, dressed, reverted to her introverted and shy nature.

“Of course…” I remembered this woman’s name deeply—Linda.

“I’m so happy!” she said, tears welling in her eyes.

At goodbye, she asked again if we could meet again.

I told her I would be happy to and gave her my phone number. She suddenly kissed me happily.

“Next time, I’ll invite you to my little place!” she said, blushing.

This woman was kind and thoughtful.

I saw her into a taxi. She said to me, “You are such a polite and considerate gentleman!”

[The End]

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