The internet led me to depravity

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The internet led me astray.
When QQ chat became wildly popular across China, I was completely clueless about this new form of communication between men and women.
At that time, I was still diligently studying for my CPA exam with my open university textbooks.
My sexual experience was limited; before marriage, I only had physical relations with one man, my first love. I'm a rather conservative girl. Initially, I only agreed to my boyfriend kissing and touching my breasts. I stubbornly refused to touch the mysterious organ below my thighs, which men are most eager to possess, at most allowing him to touch it through my pants.
Women are actually the easiest to fool. First, I agreed to let him touch my vulva through my pants, then I agreed to let him reach inside my pants and touch it through my underwear. But when my boyfriend pulled out his large, hairy penis to tempt me, my last line of defense crumbled. He easily reached inside; he not only touched it but also touched it. Finally, like all naive girls, I obediently let him pull down my underwear and accept the insertion of his thick, hard penis. I was fucked by a man!
I naively thought that since he had slept with me, we would be husband and wife forever. So, I let him have sex with me again and again; in six months, he slept with me a hundred times! He didn't marry me just because he slept with me. When he got tired of me and had his fill of playing with me, he dumped me.
A year later, at my current workplace, I met my current husband. He was a section chief in the company, and he was captivated by my beauty. When I told him that I was no longer a virgin and had been slept with by men before, he firmly said he didn't care, that he loved me for who I am! So I married him.
Our married life was quite perfect, especially our sex life, which was very harmonious. Every night, I used all my charm to satisfy my husband. Although I wasn't very skilled in sexual techniques, I had the experience of being slept with by my ex-boyfriend nearly a hundred times, so serving my inexperienced husband was more than enough. Every time we had sex, it ended with my husband's pleasurable moans.
The following year, I gave birth to a chubby son. A comfortable job and a cozy family life instilled in me the conservative notion of being a devoted wife and mother.
My transformation from a typical respectable young woman into a promiscuous one stemmed from the still-popular online chat.
I work in finance at my company, and besides me, there are three other women my age. I have no connections at work; I got this enviable job entirely through my own abilities. Naturally ambitious, I was determined not to disappoint my superiors, so I worked diligently, buried in my work all day.
My colleagues, however, would spend their free time at the company computers. Seeing their focused expressions, I initially thought they were creating spreadsheets or something, but later I learned they were chatting with online friends.
From them, I learned it was called QQ chat. I found their behavior unbelievable! Just chatting back and forth like that, what's the point? It's a complete waste of time!
My colleagues urged me to chat online too, saying that chatting with strange men is addictive and exciting. I refused their kind offer. I simply can't imagine what's so addictive or exciting about chatting with strangers!
Once, Xiao Na took three days off in a row. When she returned to work on the fourth day, her face beamed with joy.
Lili and Ajiao eagerly surrounded her: "Tell us, how was it?"
I was baffled, wondering what they were up to.
Although I didn't chat with them like they did, the four of us remained very friendly, and they didn't hide anything from me.
"Guess!" Xiao Na deliberately acted mysterious.
"Oh dear, we weren't hiding under your bed, how would we know what happened?"
"Good sister, don't be jealous of us, just tell us."
Xiao Na looked around to make sure there were no outsiders in the finance department, then said with a smug look, "Don't rush, I'll tell you slowly. He was much more handsome than I imagined, tall and very charming. He was already waiting at the station when I got off the bus.
At this point, I understood: this crazy girl must have gone to meet an online friend." I was curious, so I put down my work and came over.
"He took me to a luxurious hotel; it turned out he had booked the room in advance.
" "Did he make a move as soon as you entered the room?" A Jiao asked.
"No, it would be too ungentlemanly for him to take off a woman's pants as soon as we met. We chatted for a long time before he sat down next to me.
" "Did you see his crotch get hard?" "Impatient Ajiao didn't think her question was vulgar at all.
'At first, he sat on the sofa, and I sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't touch me, so how did he get hard?'
'He sat next to you, so he must have wanted to hug you,' Lili said.
'Yeah! He first hugged my waist, then turned my face and started kissing me.
' 'Wow, you're so lucky, keep telling me.
'After that, you can all imagine.'
'No, we've told you everything, so you have to tell us the details too.' Ajiao and Lili wouldn't let it go.
Xiaona paused, then began to tell the story: 'While he was kissing me, he reached his hand to my chest and touched my breasts through my clothes. Then, he lifted my shirt, pulled up my bra, and exposed both my breasts. He gently rubbed my breasts, played with my nipples, and kept praising how full my breasts were.'
'Did he suck on your nipples?' " "Ah Jiao's eyes gleamed with lust.
"Don't interrupt, let Xiao Na speak slowly." Lili rolled her eyes at Ah Jiao.
I originally just wanted to listen to a few words and then go to work, but at this moment I couldn't move my feet, so I pulled over a chair and sat down.
"Does a man not suck on a woman's nipples? Of course he did. He pushed me down on the bed, climbed on top of me, and sucked and licked, making me feel completely numb. I felt a burning sensation in my crotch, and my juices had already flowed out. After sucking for a while, he started to put his hand inside my underwear and touch my vagina. He was so good at handling women, his fingers constantly going in and out of my vagina, making me almost scream, 'Dear brother, I can't take it anymore, come and fuck me!'
He stripped off all my clothes, and then started to take off his own clothes. My God, I had never seen such a big penis, as big as one and a half times the size of an average man's. He took my hand and pressed it against his penis, which was burning hot." He was very excited too. I touched him a few times, and white fluid flowed from his penis, getting all over my fingers. Then, he climbed on top of me and thrust his big penis inside me. He was very capable, fucking me for almost an hour before ejaculating.”
“Was his semen plentiful?” Lili was also impatient at this point.
“Yes, he ejaculated a lot, enough to fill three spoonfuls. He’s the man who ejaculates the most I’ve ever seen.”
Listening to Xiaona recount this erotic story, I felt hot all over, and my crotch felt hot.
“What happened next?” I finally couldn’t help but ask.
“Oh, even our Wenjuan couldn’t take it anymore? Don’t you dislike chatting?” Ajiao said
, “Disliking chatting means you don’t like listening to dirty stories? You brat!” I retorted.
“You should know that this story happened because of chatting.”
“Stop fooling around, let Xiaona finish the story.” Lili stopped Ajiao and me from bickering.
Xiaona took a sip of water and continued.
"After we finished, we cuddled together and said some intimate things. After resting for half an hour, he suggested we come up again. I agreed, and actually, I really wanted him to fuck me again. By dark, we had sex three times in a row before going downstairs to a restaurant for dinner. We ordered a bottle of XO and drank quite a bit. Because of the effects of alcohol and sexual excitement, we didn't sleep at all that night, indulging in pleasure to the fullest.
He was really amazing; he fucked me five more times that night, and each time he ejaculated a lot of thick semen. The next day, we spent the day exploring the city. He was very generous and bought me a lot of cosmetics. If I didn't have to rush back within three days, I would have let him cuddle me again for another night. It was so exhilarating; he's the most skilled and capable fucker I've ever met among all the online friends I've met."
"What? Xiaona, you've slept with more than one online friend?" I was shocked.
"Hey, Wenjuan, you've been through this, why all this fuss? Just say I've slept with a lot of online friends, right? Yeah, I've slept with more than one online friend, probably six or seven." Xiaona seemed to be deliberately tempting me. "
Wenjuan, what era are we living in? You're still so conservative? How many years of our most precious youth do we women have? These days, it's okay for men to sleep with ten or eight women outside, but it's not okay for us women to have a taste of wild dicks too? A woman without a lover is worse than an old sow! Who else is like you, always having a man's penis between their legs and feeling content?" Ajiao bluntly advised me.
"Yeah, Wenjuan, to tell you the truth, including online friends, I've already slept with eleven men. In a couple of days, I'm going to sleep with a new online friend! With your looks, what kind of man can't you sleep with? Why waste your youth and beauty!" Even Lili, who seemed relatively quiet on the surface, made me blush when she spoke.
“Sister Wenjuan, we know you have feelings for your husband, but a happy family isn’t just about these things, is it? You give birth to his children, do his laundry, cook, do housework, and even satisfy his lust at night. You’ve done your part for him. What, sleeping with a few men means you have no feelings? That’s feudal!! Look at America and Italy, husbands even accompany their wives to have sex, and afterwards they wipe their wives’ vaginas with toilet paper in front of other men! If you don’t get fucked when you’re young, no one will want you when you’re old! When you’re old and faded, even if you take off your pants and let men fuck you, it’ll be hard!”
Xiaona is younger than me and always calls me sister.
"Actually, we women are born to be fucked by men, Wenjuan. Don't be silly anymore. While you're still young and attractive, find a few good men to play with and get your cock pumped up. What makes us women happy these days? Isn't it just bending over and letting men fuck us the most comfortable thing? What's the fun in just letting your husband fuck you all day? These days, which woman with a bit of looks hasn't been fucked by five, seven, six, or even eight or ten men?"
"Wenjuan, it's not too late for you to think this through. As long as you nod, we'll connect you with men—tall or short, thick or long—you can choose whatever you want. We guarantee every single one of them will be better at fucking than your husband!"
"Yes, let's get Wenjuan a QQ number too, so she can hook up with men online sometime. Don't let her current shyness fool you; once she meets someone she likes and gets laid by that guy online, it'll be hard for us to get her back."
The three of them were chattering away, saying things that even my husband and I have never heard of in those pornographic DVDs. If someone hadn't come in to claim reimbursement, who knows what they would have said.
I silently returned to my seat, and as I sat down, I felt a cool sensation in my crotch. Oh God, I'm leaking... I was wet.
That day, I couldn't concentrate on my work; every word my sisters had said kept replaying in my mind. Yes, they were right. For a woman, youth is fleeting. What is a woman's pleasure? Isn't it what they call being fucked by a man? I felt pleasure when my ex-boyfriend fucked me; after marriage, I felt pleasure when my husband fucked me.
Doesn't that prove that being fucked by a man is pleasurable for a woman? Am I really just inherently conservative? Then why was I wet? I heard others... My vagina was wet from the act of sex with another man. When Xiaona recounted her story of having sex with an online friend, I fantasized that I was the one being fucked all night by that man! It seems I'm also a normal woman with desires; I also crave to be fucked by other men, and I also long to be able to have ten, no, twenty, or thirty men's thick penises inside me in this lifetime!
I was aroused, and sticky, wet fluid flowed from my vagina again. I changed my previous thoughts and decided to try the pleasure of being fucked by a man other than my husband.
That night, when my husband lay on top of me as usual, I felt an unprecedented excitement. It wasn't my husband's penis that stimulated me, because his penis didn't really feel new to me. In the past, every time I came to orgasm from him, it was a normal physiological reaction. Women, when there are no other men's penises to play with, their husband's penis can temporarily satisfy them. Tonight, my excitement came from imagining my husband on top of me as a stranger.
Afterwards, my husband hugged me and asked, "Wife, why did you leak so much wetness tonight?" "
I won't tell him the real reason: 'What, don't you like it when it's flowing a lot? Do you even need to ask? Did you fuck me good?'
In the past, my husband often asked me to say obscene words like 'fuck,' 'cunt,' and 'cock' to stimulate him, which I always found difficult to say. Tonight, I actually said 'fuck' so easily. As soon as my husband heard me say 'fuck,' he got incredibly excited, his limp penis immediately became hard again, and then he climbed on top of me and fucked me hard once more.
My husband fell asleep with sweet snores. I got up and went to the bathroom, squatted on the floor, and washed away my husband's semen with water. I've developed a habit of washing out the semen after each time we're intimate, otherwise I feel uncomfortable.
Looking at myself in the mirror on the bathroom wall, I admired my beautiful body radiating youthful vitality: like two freshly steamed buns." Her full breasts, heavy and trembling, her two round and luscious nipples like ripe cherries; her smooth, flat abdomen without an ounce of fat; her plump, round buttocks like two towering peaks, the deep cleft of her buttocks like a canyon inviting contemplation; her slightly raised mons pubis, covered with a few fine, glossy black pubic hairs; her two pink labia, peeking out from between her snow-white thighs.
So beautiful! No wonder my husband can never get enough of my body, never tire of playing with every crevice and valley.
Such a beautiful body—am I really destined to only let my husband play with it for the rest of my life? I remember my husband often saying, "Wife, I'm so happy. Do you know how intoxicating your white flesh is? If other men saw your body, I wonder how crazy they would go!" "
Yes, God has favored me, giving me a figure that countless women envy. Since God has given me such beauty, should I use it to satisfy my husband? No, my sister is right, a woman's body is for men to play with, for more men to penetrate our cunts, to give them insatiable pleasure—that is our duty as women! This world needs men to create it, and we women are meant to serve these men who create the world with our breasts, thighs, ass, and cunts!!
I can no longer waste my youth; I want to be like my sisters, opening my mind, releasing my desires, opening my body to many men, letting them touch my breasts, sucking my..." My nipples, licking my ass, fucking my tender cunt! While my body still arouses men's desire, I want them to spray their semen into my cunt, my anus, my mouth; every part of my body will be bathed in men's semen.
Ah Jiao registered a QQ number for me and gave me a name: Woman's Fragrance. It's a name that makes men fantasize, and I'm very satisfied. Because I have basic computer skills, I quickly became proficient at QQ chatting.
The first few times, I chatted under the watchful eyes of my friends, because they wanted to guide me. Although several male netizens initiated conversations, they were all just polite small talk. A few netizens seemed interested in deeper conversations, but with them watching, I felt uncomfortable and politely declined.
Seeing that I hadn't made any progress, Ajiao became anxious: "I'm telling you, I'm not asking you to chat about ideals or life. Those are just preludes to paving the way. If you keep talking like this, all the men will run away."
"Then what should I talk about?"
"Sex. Men only chat with you for one purpose: stimulation. First, they want to get verbal stimulation from us, and the ultimate goal, of course, is to get us into bed and have sex with us. Look, the other day that man asked you how big your breasts were, why didn't you tell him?"
"That would be too embarrassing," I said.
"Hey, you're not face-to-face, what's embarrassing about it? He dares to ask, but you don't dare to answer? Just treat your online friends like your husband, say whatever you want. Don't say he's asking how big your breasts are, even if he asks how tight your vagina is, it doesn't matter. Be brave, that will be especially exciting." Ajiao looked a bit exasperated. "
This thing is much more exciting than dating. When you're dating, you're embarrassed to talk about things deeply, but online chatting is different. Don't think it's just men who want stimulation, don't we women also want to be stimulated by men?
" "So what do you talk about with your online friends?" "I asked Ah Jiao for advice.
"It's about those things on our bodies. We talk about breasts, asses, their dicks, how men fuck women, and how women get fucked by men. Every time, I talk until my panties are wet."
Encouraged by my friends, I gradually opened up. My language became bolder, but I hadn't gone any further than their explicit level.
These online friends I met had one thing in common: they revealed their lustful nature after chatting for a short time. They would say they wanted to touch my breasts, or they would say they wanted to see my ass, and some even said after only a few chats, "Let's meet and fuck each other?" I was subjected to obscene remarks.
Although men's rudeness made me blush and my heart race, it rarely triggered a strong physical reaction in me; I rarely wet my underwear while chatting. I'm a woman who needs to be teased slowly. Their directness and haste really made me uncomfortable. Perhaps my answers weren't satisfactory or stimulating enough, and some netizens gradually left me.
Seeing fewer and fewer netizens, I became anxious. I knew they were disappointed in me because they hadn't received enough sexual stimulation. I hated myself for being so shy. It's just saying dirty talk, what's so difficult about that? I secretly practiced saying obscene things that netizens might ask, like, "I'd love for you to fuck me." "I like big, thick cocks." "Wait a minute. But when it comes to the real thing, the words are on the tip of my tongue, but my fingers won't obey, and I can't type out the words I want to say.
I also hate these netizens: Why are you so impatient? Don't you know that women need to be teased slowly? A woman like me, with an introverted personality, once you seduce me, let alone answer your lewd questions, you might even ask me out to have sex with you. I also want to make you hard, but you have too little patience. Everything depends on fate. Since you couldn't wait and left me, then don't blame me for not being a good friend. I won't actively beg them to come back.
My sisters knew I was in an awkward situation and were very anxious. They all showed me their chat logs so I could learn some practical experience. Their chat logs were all very obscene, making my heart race.
Their logs did teach me a lot. To be honest, I really felt that they were insulting themselves.
Although it's said that women are for men to play with, they can't have no dignity in front of men. Just like Gillian Chung said to one netizen, 'I'm willing to lick my brother's asshole!'" Lili told her online friends, "Come here and I'll suck your dick and eat your semen!" Xiao Na went even further, saying, "Brother, piss in my mouth, I want to drink your piss!" "
Now, I also want to have sex with male netizens online, and I'm willing to be fucked by them over and over again, but I can't be as unreserved as they are. After all, they are men I don't have a deep relationship with. When I let men fuck me, it's only because of my physiological needs; I get the pleasure I want. But what they say about licking a man's anus, eating semen, or even drinking his urine—that's purely about serving a man's comfort, and I think that requires a deep emotional connection.
I look down on them a bit. However, I'm still very grateful to them; they showed me such private things, which is enough to prove their sincerity towards me. I promised them that once I had sex with a netizen, I would tell them all the details.
Soon, I met a new netizen online; his screen name was Niulang. He was five years older than me, from another city, and worked as a salesman for a company.
Unlike those impatient netizens, he was very refined, humorous, and warm. He knew very well how to cater to women's psychology; almost every word he said was something I wanted to hear and longed to hear. He never asked me a single lewd question; the most outrageous thing he said was, 'Your skin must be very white and delicate.'" "
I'm infatuated with him.
The appearance of the 'Cowherd' made me truly experience the magic of the internet. I used to hear people say that chatting online is addictive, but I didn't believe it. Now, I do, and I can't extricate myself. I've never seen what the Cowherd looks like, but based on our chat descriptions, I know he's a man who can make women swoon. I no longer chat with any other men; my QQ friends list only includes this Cowherd who has me completely captivated!!
We 'meet' online every day, chatting for one or two hours each day. We talk about everyday things, society, life. I can't explain why I find such serious topics so enjoyable to talk about with him, since no one else would be interested in them. We also touched on feelings; he said he liked me, but his language was very polite, like the sweet talk of lovers in their first love." I was completely captivated by this strange yet familiar man .
If I didn't contact him for a day, I was listless and couldn't concentrate on anything. I remember one time, he suddenly disappeared and didn't come online on time. I waited for him all day, but he still didn't appear.
Two days, three days, four days—I was almost going crazy. I didn't know what had happened to him. Those days, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and was extremely depressed. That night, when my husband wanted to be intimate with me as usual, I refused him for the first time. When my clueless husband put his hand inside my underwear and touched my genitals, I scolded him.
I opened QQ every day, waiting for him to appear; I didn't want to do any work! My friends noticed my depression and, after learning what was going on, comforted me: "It's okay, maybe he has something important to do. He'll come online in a few days."
"What could possibly be wrong? He always tells me in advance if he can't come online." I was so anxious I was about to cry.
"Didn't you call him?" "My sisters asked me.
Their question made me extremely regretful: I didn't have his phone number. The gigolo had asked for my number before, but I felt it wasn't appropriate, so I declined with 'I'll give it to you later,' and he was too embarrassed to give it to me willingly. He said, 'I won't force you to do anything; give me the number when you feel it's right.'"

I hated myself. Since we were friends, why was I so afraid to even give him my phone number? My friends all complained that I was being too cautious: "Wenjuan, what can we say to you? Countless people know your phone number, why are you keeping it a secret from him? You might even give him your body someday, but you're being stingy with your phone number."
I was filled with regret. I secretly resolved that I wouldn't wait for him to ask again; I would give him my number proactively.
On the seventh day, he finally came online. When that little penguin icon flashed, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. It turned out he had acute gastroenteritis and had been hospitalized for six days. I expressed my anxiety to him, saying that if I didn't see him again, I would really die. He was very touched. He said he missed me every day while lying in the hospital bed and knew I would be worried. So, as soon as he was discharged, he came to the internet cafe next to the hospital to contact me.
It turned out he hadn't gone home yet!!
I was so excited; I never imagined he cared about me so much. In my excitement, I blurted out our first passionate love confession: "Brother, I love you! I want to hold you and kiss you properly!!"
He responded with equal fervor: "My dear sister, I also want to kiss your little lips, I dream of kissing them! Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you!!"
"Sister, give me your phone number, so this won't happen again."
Before I could even speak, he said.
"Okay, brother, here you go. Call me anytime you miss me."
He gave me his phone number as well.
"Sister, I won't call randomly. You have a family, and your work environment isn't peaceful; it would cause you trouble. I won't hang up unless absolutely necessary, but I'll text you." He was so considerate! We
truly began our online romance. We quickly started calling each other "husband" and "wife."
Although the computer at work was usable, I was no longer satisfied with just an hour or two of chatting with my online boyfriend each time, especially since my girlfriends would bother me. The man said he was very free at night and wished we could chat then.
So, wanting to spend those evenings with him, I bought a computer without hesitation. My husband was puzzled: "You have a computer at work, why did you buy one?" I told him I was studying online, and it was inconvenient at work during the day; only at night could I study undisturbed. At that time, I was self-studying accounting textbooks, and my husband believed me without question.
Since my husband and I used to have sex almost every night, and our young child was a nuisance, we got him a separate room. So, I installed the computer in that room.
Every evening, I would hurriedly finish dinner, tell my husband I was going to study, and then rush into the room, eagerly turning on the computer. Often, the man would already be waiting there. My
husband didn't know I was having an affair; he took on the responsibilities of washing dishes and taking care of the child.
The man and I agreed to chat during the day if it was convenient for either of us, but because of the many people in the office, our daytime chats were rather bland. But at night, we would always have two to three hours of intimate conversation.
Even a male prostitute like Niulang has sexual desires. Gradually, we became less embarrassed and began to venture into the mysterious realm of sex.
One time, my husband went on a business trip and wouldn't be back for four or five days. I shared this joyful news with Niulang via text message, and he was overjoyed: "Darling, now we can talk all night long!"
That night, I put the children to sleep early, grabbed a bag of cookies and a bottle of soda, and went into our room.
I didn't want to waste our time together on dinner.
"Are you sure you can manage tonight? Aren't you going to spend time with your wife?" I asked him. Mentioning his wife made me feel a little jealous.
"I can manage, I can stay with you until dawn. With you here, why would I need to spend time with her?"
"Brother, do you like her?" I asked. The question of the other person's wife is something every woman online is concerned about.
I was satisfied with his answer and believed he was being sincere.
"Sis, let's relax tonight and have a good chat, okay?"
"What? Didn't we have a good chat before?" I was confused.
"That's not what I meant. I meant, can we talk about something else? Can I ask you some deeper questions?"
I understood what he meant; clearly, he wanted to touch on sexual matters. I pretended not to understand: "Deep questions? What do you mean?"
"Well, I... I want to ask you some private things."
"I'm not very bright, don't beat around the bush, just be direct, okay? What kind of relationship do we have?
Why are you still so hesitant?" He paused for a moment, clearly considering how to say it.
"I'm afraid you'll get angry if I tell you."
"Why would I get angry? I love you, you're like my husband, I won't get angry no matter what you say." I encouraged him.
"I want to ask you about sex." He finally said it. I felt a surge of excitement.
"Go ahead and ask. You have the right to. Didn't you say I'm your wife?"
"Sis, how big are your breasts?"
"Guess."
"I've never seen them, so I can't guess. But I imagine they must be very full."
My heart was pounding: "They're pretty big, I guess. Your hands definitely couldn't grasp them all."
Under my sisters' tutelage, I had long since learned how to verbally seduce men.
"I wish I could touch them. I dream about touching your breasts."
"I'm your wife, you can touch them however you want."
"Right now, I'm fantasizing about your full breasts, white and heavy. I want to touch them one by one, I want to pinch your nipples and make them hard."
We naturally transitioned into foreplay for online sex.
"Honey, my nipples are already hard." I gradually relaxed. He's my husband, and I have a responsibility to give him the greatest satisfaction.
"Honey, shall we play a sex game?"
"Okay, I'll do anything you like."
"Honey, we're hundreds of miles apart, I can't be there to touch your big breasts. How about this? Lend me your hands, pretend they're mine, and you touch them for me, okay?"
I'd seen his suggestion in a Category III film before. I found it novel and exciting: "Okay, I'll do as you say. Just touch your breasts?"
"No, how can I just touch your breasts? I also want to touch your thighs, your butt, and your mysterious little cunt! Sis, can you accept me saying 'little cunt'?" He was no longer the gentle and refined gigolo; his lustful nature was gradually revealed.
"Yes, I can accept it, you can call me whatever you want."
I took off my coat, leaving only my lace bra.
"Brother, I've taken it off." My hands trembled slightly as I typed, excited.
"Your bra is definitely black lace, transparent, you can see your nipples, right?"
He guessed correctly.
"Okay, you don't need to type anymore, just do as I say."
"Sis, put your right hand on your left breast and gently massage it, massage and massage. Then put it on your right breast and gently massage, massage and massage."
I closed my eyes and gently massaged my full breasts as he instructed.
"Lift up your bra with both hands at the same time... What white and tender breasts... So beautiful, so beautiful, they are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen in my life. Come on, one in each hand, hold them, starting from the nipples, slowly massage around them... So smooth, so soft. Your little nipples are hard, red and round, look, white milk is flowing from your little nipples..."
I was breastfeeding, and there was indeed a little milk flowing out.
"Wow, how can he see so clearly?"
"Come on, slowly move your right hand up to your stomach, slowly, slowly, your little hand slides to your round belly button, use your index finger to rotate, rotate in the deep belly button... then move it down."
Did you touch that little mound of flesh? You touched the sparse pubic hair on that mound… such beautiful pubic hair, soft and shiny. Go further down, inside your tight little panties, gently caressing those warm labia… a faint fragrance wafts from your panties, I’m intoxicated, ah, my cock is hard, my big cock is hard, it’s about to tear my panties…”
I felt my breathing quicken. I’d never played like this before. Every sensitive nerve in my body was aroused by this man far away. I was incredibly hot, I felt thirsty.
“My dear little darling, take your hand out, put it back on your keyboard, and answer a few questions from your brother.”
I pulled my right hand out of my panties.
“Sister, tell me, did I feel good touching you?”
“Brother, I felt good, you touched me well.” My hands trembled violently, and I finally managed to type and send the message.
“Do you miss me?” "Don't you want me to hold you right now?"
I secretly admired this man's skills. He was so good at teasing women; even hundreds of miles apart, he could still make me burn with desire. My ex-boyfriend and my husband had kissed, touched, and caressed me so intimately, but I had never felt this excited.
"Yes, I really miss you, I want you to hold me right now."
"Do you want to touch my cock? My cock is still rock hard. You know, my cock is definitely big, thick and long."
"Really, even your two small hands might not be able to hold it. What kind of cock do you like?"
At this moment, I had become a wanton slut. So obscene language could be so exciting! No wonder my husband often begged me to say lewd things to him.
"I like a cock like yours, big, thick, and hard!"
"Okay, I'll give you my big cock right away. Will you suck my cock?" "
I'll suck, as long as you're comfortable, I'll suck you hard."
"What if the semen comes out?"
"I'll swallow it!"
"You don't mind?"
"No!" I answered confidently. I never thought I'd be like Ah Jiao and the others so quickly. I understood why they were so lewdly trying to please netizens. It was the burning fire of lust that made women, including me, willingly become men's playthings!! If the Cowherd asked me now if I was willing to lick his anus and drink his urine, I would answer like Ah Jiao and the others: "Yes, I'm very willing!!"
Thankfully, the Cowherd didn't continue.
"Let's continue playing, I'm going to start fucking you. Are you willing?" the Cowherd said.
"I'm willing to let you fuck me. But how will you fuck me? If I can't touch your penis, won't I suffer?" "I'm worried about the sexual torment of being unable to see or touch a real penis and just having oral sex. Hot, sticky juices are already flowing from my vagina.
" "Don't worry, I'll definitely make you feel good, I'll definitely make you orgasm."
"First, take off your pants, so you don't have to bother taking them off later," the gigolo said.
"Naked? Not even underwear?"
"No, leave your underwear on. Your underwear is lace too, right?"
"How do you know so much detail? Are you clairvoyant?" I joked.
"I guessed, white-collar ladies like you like to wear sexy panties. I think I can see that little thing inside your pants!"
"What did you see?" I teased him.
"Red and plump, of course it's your little cunt. I can even see juices flowing out of your cunt! Are your panties all soaked?" "
I took off my trousers, leaving me only in a small pair of briefs.
'What's next?' I'm done. I sat down again.
'Like before, you don't need to reply anymore, just do as I say.'
'Close your eyes, breathe gently. Imagine my penis. Do you see it? My penis is waving right in front of you…'
A man with an indistinct face appeared before my eyes. He was naked, and a penis as thick as my arm stood erect in his dark pubic hair, trembling and swaying. That man was my gigolo.
'I'm slowly approaching you, holding the big penis you've been waiting for in my hand! My penis head is dripping with glistening semen. Can you smell the stench of my penis?'" "
Following his prompting, I seemed to smell the distinctive pungent odor of a man's penis. My ex-boyfriend's and husband's penises smelled almost identical; it seemed all men's penises had that kind of scent.
'Slowly spread your thighs apart until they can't open any wider... Use your right index finger to wriggle up and down between your swollen labia... Upwards, can you feel your little clitoris, like a tiny bean? It's the most sensitive part of your vagina. When you're not around, touching it will give you unexpected and wonderful pleasure... Can you feel it? Gently rub it, yes, just like that…'
I followed his instructions completely. My vaginal fluid increased, flowing down my buttocks and wetting my crotch.
'Stand up and slowly take off your panties.'" "Don't take your eyes off the computer, watch my every instruction..."
I ripped off my last shred of modesty. The instant I stood up, the juices from my buttocks flowed down my thighs. Luckily, the man I liked wasn't face-to-face with me, otherwise, such a torrent of juices would have embarrassed me.
"Okay, put your hands on the table, slowly bend your waist, stick your big ass up high... Imagine I'm standing behind you, holding my big cock, waiting for you to get into position before I fuck your little cunt..."
I was burning with lust, my vagina felt like it was being bitten by a million ants, I craved a man's penis to penetrate me.
"Put your right hand between your thighs, gently separate your labia... Ah, so much juice is flowing from your cunt... You really crave my big cock right now, don't you?" "My big cock is dangling right next to your ass, stick your big ass out a bit more, it's about to touch your cunt..."
"My dear brother, don't torture me like this, just fuck me hard with your big cock! Fuck me! I want your big cock!" I couldn't help but call out to him. Luckily, he couldn't hear my lewd cries.
"Slowly push your index finger into your cunt... push it in, pull it out, push it in again, pull it out again... your cunt is so hot, your cunt is so tight... one finger isn't thick enough, okay, then put your middle finger in too... plop! plop! I think I can hear the sound coming from your cunt... come on, gradually increase the speed of thrusting... faster, faster... that's not your finger, that's my thick, hard cock, squeeze it, squeeze it... your juices are splashing out... you're a little slut!" "
I thrust hard, groaning. I twisted my waist, I swayed my hips. My left hand accidentally touched the keyboard on the table, and a string of garbled letters and numbers reached the gigolo. He noticed it was from my multiple orgasms and the accidental touch.
'Sis, you little slut, my dear wife, you're having an orgasm, aren't you? You're here, you definitely are! I've fucked you until you came!'
My vagina spasmed, an indescribable pleasure radiating from within, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I went limp and collapsed onto the sofa..."
My vision blurred, and I couldn't see what the Cowherd sent next. I gasped and moaned... I had never felt so good. He didn't actually use his penis to fuck me; he just teased me through QQ, pushing me to an unprecedented peak of sexual pleasure. He was amazing! He was a master at manipulating women! I was completely captivated by him! I was willing to be his slave!
A ray of warm morning sunlight shone through the white gauze curtains onto my naked body. Before I knew it, we had been chatting until dawn. Because we both had to work during the day, we logged off. We agreed to continue chatting that night.
Although I had stayed up all night, I didn't feel sleepy at all due to the excitement. That day, I completed one or two times more work than usual. "A happy event makes one feel refreshed." This saying is absolutely true.
Thinking about the lewd things I had said to the Cowherd that night, and how obediently I had followed his instructions and made those lewd movements, I secretly blushed a few times. From that day on, I completely betrayed my husband.
The following night, we talked about extremely lewd things all night again. He suggested that we both be naked, calling it "naked chatting." I did as he said, stripping completely naked. The feeling was truly amazing. This time, he taught me many sexual techniques I had never tried before, and analyzed male sexual psychology and behavior in detail. I had often heard people say, "No man is immune to lust." Through this gigolo, I received definitive confirmation.
At first, he was so refined that I thought he was a man without desire. Now, it seems he is far more lustful and lewd than any of the online friends I had chatted with before. Because I love him, his lewdness and vulgarity became normal male behavior in my eyes. That's what women are like!
The gigolo asked if I could install a video camera so he could see my breasts, buttocks, thighs, and genitals on the video. Firstly, I wasn't immediately used to showing him my naked body on video, since deep feelings between men and women require physical contact; secondly, I worried that installing a camera would arouse my husband's suspicion. I told him I'd think about it.
From then on, our QQ chats were no longer as serious and boring as before; sex became our main topic of conversation. He taught me a lot about relationships and techniques. I became a hardcore internet addict!
Later, Ah Jiao and the others met several more of these online friends and slept with them. They said I was always a step behind and urged me to meet the "gigolo" soon and experience the unique pleasure of having sex with an online friend. Although the "gigolo" used obscene language with me online, verbally raving me, he hadn't yet suggested meeting me in person. Since
he didn't bring it up, I naturally couldn't take the initiative; I still refused to lower my pride. But I knew that being fucked by him was inevitable, because I wanted to be fucked by him.
What the "gigolo" actually looked like—his facial features were actually quite blurry in my mind. I was deeply captivated by him; even if he wasn't as handsome and dashing as I expected, I didn't care.
My friends advised me not to just date the "gigolo" and to contact several more men, choosing the best among the best. I'm a relatively faithful woman, and I still only have intimate relationships with Niulang. I feel that having him alone is enough.
My husband and I have had sex less and less, from every day at the beginning, to once every two or three days, and now it's only once every ten days or two weeks. It's not that my husband's libido has decreased or that he can't have sex with me, but rather that I feel my passion for him is fading, and he can hardly bring me to multiple orgasms like he used to. He's on top of me, but my mind is on Niulang.
When my husband asks me what's wrong, I either tell him that I'm too tired from work or that women naturally become less passionate after having children. My husband is skeptical, but he can't find any other reason. We work in the same company, and he knows I haven't had a third party involved.
Every day I fantasize about Niulang pinning me down, kissing me, touching me, rubbing me, and having sex with me. I secretly plan that before Niulang has sex with me, I won't let any other man have sex with me. Niulang loves me, he loves me very much, he loves me more than my husband.
I repaid Niulang's love with a feudalistic adherence to chastity. If I hadn't had no reason to refuse my husband's advances, I would have even interrupted our normal marital life. I wanted to leave everything about myself for Niulang to enjoy. Niulang also demanded the same of me: to minimize sexual intercourse with my husband, and that no other man touch my body except my husband. I solemnly promised him this.
An unexpected incident caused me to break my vow of chastity for Niulang. I was sexually assaulted by a male masseur at a massage parlor, and, moreover, I was the one who initiated it.
I remember it was three months after I met Niulang.
A new online friend of Lili's came to meet her. Lili spent two days with him and even booked a hotel room where he had sex with her five or six times. Lili really liked this online friend, and on the night of his departure, she invited me, Xiaona, Ajiao, and a few other close friends to join her. I was also curious to see what Lili's online friend looked like, so I went.
Because I had some other things to do, I was the last one to arrive that day. When I arrived at the hotel, everyone had already downed a drink.
Besides Lili, Xiaona, and Ajiao, there were two other men. One was obviously Lili's online friend, but who was the other? After introductions, I learned that the man in the suit next to Lili was indeed her online friend, named Xie Dong, while the other man next to Ajiao was a friend she brought, named Zhang Qiang. Judging from their expressions, they were far from ordinary friends.
Later, it turned out my guess was right; I had also met Zhang Qiang online last year, and their relationship had never ended. Every ten days or so, they would go to a hotel for sex. Ajiao is the type to easily get bored; for her to maintain such a long-term sexual relationship with this man, he must have some special skill, making her feel very satisfied. Otherwise, wouldn't Ajiao have dumped him long ago?
Everyone said I was late and had to drink three cups as punishment. I pleaded and begged, and only drank two. I drank two cups on an empty stomach and felt dizzy.
I carefully observed Xie Dong, Lili's online friend. While not exactly handsome, he had a good demeanor and spoke quite confidently; no wonder Lili let him have sex with her.
Lili is a picky woman. Last time, an online friend traveled a long way to see her, but because he wasn't to her liking, she was cold towards him and only reluctantly had a meal with him. That friend suggested they go to a hotel and have sex, but she absolutely refused.
Finally, feeling bad that he had come all this way, she let him have some benefits,
so she allowed him to touch her breasts and suck her nipples. The friend begged and pleaded, and she reluctantly let him touch her vagina, but resolutely refused to have sex with her. The friend left dejectedly.
This Xie Dong was quite pleasing to the eye. If he were my online friend, I would definitely let him have sex with me too!
The whole banquet was very lively; everyone was laughing and joking, not feeling restrained at all. Lili and Xie Dong naturally became the subject of everyone's amusement.
"Hey, Xie Dong, how was it? Did Lili serve you well? Look how happy she is, you must have had a good time with her too." The fiery Ajiao started with a lewd joke.
"Yeah, tell us, how did you two do it? How many times?" Xiaona chimed in.
Xie Dong hadn't expected these two women to be so wanton, and he blushed.
"Damn, still shy? You've already fucked her, what's there to be embarrassed about? If you don't tell us today, you'll have to drink three cups as punishment!" Ajiao picked up her glass and was about to force-feed Xie Dong.
Lili quickly stood up to protect him: "No, no, he's already drunk quite a bit. Dongdong, just tell this slut, see if she doesn't itch to death!"
With Lili's support, Xie Dong was much more at ease: "Okay, I'll talk, don't punish me with more drinks. I really can't drink anymore. What do you want me to answer?"
"First, tell me how many times you fucked her?"
Xie Dong thought for a moment: "Five times. No, six times. Yes, six times."
"Is this woman's cunt tight?"
"Tight, really tight."
"Where did you fuck? Did you fuck my asshole?"
Although their questions were so obscene, after those erotic conversations with the gigolo, I didn't find them offensive.
"Fuck, fuck my pussy, not my asshole," Xie Dong mumbled in response.
Xie Dong looked at Lili, pleading for help; he couldn't answer the question.
"No, he really didn't fuck my ass. He wasn't lying. He didn't offer to fuck my ass, and I didn't ask him to. After all, it was our first meeting; it would be too degrading for me to bend over and ask him to fuck my ass," Lili said.
Everyone burst into obscene laughter. I was also stimulated and wanted to ask for some venting.
"Did Lili give you that thing?" I was still too embarrassed to directly call him a dick or penis.
"Damn, you're asking a question, aren't you here to promote moral civilization?" Ajiao mocked my ambiguity.
"Yes, did she suck your dick?"
"Yes."
"Wow! Did it feel good?"
"Yes, yes!" Xie Dong nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, now ask Lili. Is your dick big?"
Lili put down her cup, leaned against Xie Dong's chest, and said coquettishly, "Yes, his dick is very big, thick and hard. What, do you want to see it?"
"Sure, let him take it out so we can see it, then we'll believe you. It's not a small toothpick, is it?"
Lili's generosity made everyone's eyes red. Lili put her hand on Xie Dong's crotch, rubbing it while looking at Xie Dong's face: "Darling, let them see it, okay? Make these sluts jealous."
Xie Dong was completely used to this lewd scene dominated by women. "I don't care, as long as you agree, let them see it."
Men all have exhibitionism, and exposing their dicks in front of beautiful women like us is also what they expect. Lili started to unzip Xie Dong's pants. My heart was pounding. Aside from my boyfriend and husband, this was the first time I'd ever seen a man's penis. I secretly hoped Lili would quickly pull Xie Dong's penis out. I tried my best to hide my nervousness. Actually, everyone was craning their necks, staring intently at Xie Dong's already bulging crotch; who was paying attention to me?
Zhang Qiang, who had brought Ajiao, was clearly jealous. He subtly tugged at Ajiao's sleeve, trying to stop her from looking at another man's penis. Ajiao, already consumed by lust, didn't care about Zhang Qiang's feelings at all. She forcefully shook off his hand and glared at him fiercely: "What? You think you can tell me what to do? Besides, I'm just looking. I'm not going to suck it. Why are you jealous? Later, you take yours off and let them see, are you happy then?"
Zhang Qiang, embarrassed by the rebuke, blushed and sat down awkwardly. He naturally had no interest in looking at another man's penis. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Lili's next move. I secretly moved forward a few steps, wanting a better view. Zhang Qiang was the only one who saw what I did. When our eyes met, I blushed like a thief caught red-handed.
The room suddenly fell silent. "Swish—!" The sound of Lili unzipping her pants was clearly audible. Lili pulled Xie Dong's pants down to the sides, revealing his white underwear. Beneath the underwear, a bulging thing was right in front of me. My heart leaped into my throat.
God, that was a man's most mysterious penis. I was about to see it. Was it black or white? From the outline of the underwear, I could already tell that Xie Dong's penis was indeed very large.
"Wow!" With a gasp, Xie Dong's penis appeared in Lili's fair hand: thick and red, like a freshly baked sausage. The head, the size of a ping-pong ball, emitted a faint purple glow under the light…
God! In that instant, my blood surged, and the intense stimulation almost made me faint.
My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground. Zhang Qiang, sitting behind me, reacted quickly, standing up and embracing me. While supporting me, he hooked one hand around my chest, and I could clearly feel him groping my breasts. I instinctively pushed him away. Because they were all admiring Xie Dong's penis, no one saw the brief struggle between Zhang Qiang and me. Seeing a strange man's penis and having my breasts touched by another strange man, I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. I plopped down on a nearby chair, unable to stand up.
"Wow, so big!"
"Wow, so thick, no wonder Lili let it fuck her six times!"
"Lili, you're so lucky to have such a big penis." "
Don't let him leave, let him play with it for a few more days. It's such a waste not to fuck such a beautiful big penis a few more times."
Ajiao and Xiaona were envious, with a hint of jealousy. Afraid that these two slutty women would touch Xie Dong's penis again, Lili quickly stuffed it into her underwear and zipped it up.
"Damn, you stingy guy, let us see it again!" Ajiao complained.
"Keep looking, or you won't be able to pull it out."
"It's not inside my pussy, what's there to not be able to pull it out?" Ajiao said sullenly.
Although I saw it for the shortest time, just a moment, the image of Xie Dong's penis was deeply imprinted in my mind. I could even clearly see the small black mole on the glans. I dare say that Ajiao, Xiaona, and even Lili, who had touched and sucked on it, might not have been able to see it.
"By the way, didn't Ajiao just say she'd show everyone Zhang Qiang's too? You weren't just saying that casually, were you? Saying I'm stingy, then you should be generous and let us see it too!" Lili shouted at Ajiao.
"Yes, let us see your man's penis too!" Xiaona chimed in.
Ajiao was a straightforward woman: "Let them look, it's not my husband's anyway. Come on, Zhang Qiang, take it out and let them see. Let's compare and see whose is bigger!" With that, Ajiao went over and pulled Zhang Qiang up from his seat.
Zhang Qiang was clearly happy to oblige.
"That's not good, I'm not as big as Xie Dong's, don't embarrass yourself by showing it off." He said politely.
"No, no, you've all seen my man's, your man's should be shown off too." Lili held onto Ajiao's hand tightly.
"Take it off! Zhang Qiang, act like a man, take it off and let them see, it's not like you're missing a piece of flesh!" Ajiao reached out to undo Zhang Qiang's belt.
"No, I'll do it myself, your hands aren't very accurate." Zhang Qiang said, glancing at me subtly, as if seeking my opinion.
My face flushed again. What did Zhang Qiang mean by looking at me like that? I'm not Ajiao. His penis belongs to Ajiao. What business is it of mine?
“Okay, since Ajiao has already said it, I can't let her lose face. I'll take it off.” Zhang Qiang didn't move forward; instead, he took a few steps back.
I understood. He was afraid I wouldn't come forward to see like everyone else, so he deliberately took it off next to me, making it impossible for me not to see. Recalling how he had secretly touched my breasts earlier, it was clear that Zhang Qiang had lustful thoughts about me.
To avoid being noticed by others, I deliberately stood up and moved closer to Zhang Qiang. Just like when I looked at Xie Dong, I also wanted to see Zhang Qiang's penis. He was quite a likable man.
Zhang Qiang quickly unbuckled his belt, and his pants slipped down to his feet. He was wearing a gray pair of briefs underneath, and I saw his erect penis trembling beneath them. After what happened with Xie Dong, I wasn't so nervous anymore.
“Hurry up and take it off!” Lili urged anxiously.
"Okay, watch!" With that, Zhang Qiang pulled his underwear down to his knees. A hard, erect male organ was revealed to everyone: Zhang Qiang's penis wasn't as big as Xie Dong's, but it was thicker, and very white and tender. A glistening bead of semen hung from the head of his penis.
"Ah, not bad! So fat! No wonder Ajiao has been enjoying it for so long and still hasn't let go!"
"Ajiao, you're so lucky, such a thick thing is stuffed inside you, it feels so good!"
Zhang Qiang deliberately stuck out his belly and turned around a few times so everyone could see it more clearly. His buttocks were firm and sexy. This time I was closer, and I smelled a hint of the characteristic pungent odor of a man's penis.
My vagina was throbbing slightly, and a warm, sticky fluid flowed from between my labia.
This scene was too stimulating; I almost lost control, wishing I could grab that tempting, big penis in front of me and suck on it greedily.
"Look, that pearl is about to fall! Catch it!" Lili pointed to the dangling semen bead on Zhang Qiang's glans. Ajiao stretched out her right index finger and smeared the bead onto her fingertip.
"Yes, what a good tonic! Don't waste it." Ajiao waved her finger, still sticky with the bead. Suddenly, she abruptly smeared it towards Xiaona beside her: "You eat it!"
Xiaona reacted quickly, instinctively turning her head away.
As a result, Ajiao's finger brushed against my face. I was startled; before I could dodge, the sticky semen was already smeared on my lips. Everyone burst into laughter. Embarrassed, I wiped the semen off while chasing after Ajiao. Ajiao laughed and ran out of the room into the corridor. My face was flushed to the roots of my neck; I wished I could disappear into the ground.
Zhang Qiang, seeing that I had almost eaten his semen, grinned lewdly, extremely pleased with himself…
The banquet ended with everyone slightly drunk. Lili and Xie Dong, Ajiao and Zhang Qiang each left the hotel in their own taxis. I guessed they were off looking for somewhere to relieve their lust. Tonight's special banquet had everyone burning with desire.
I was also eager to get home; I needed my husband to satisfy my burning urges! Tonight, even if my husband didn't approach me, I would beg him to fuck me.
I desperately needed a man's penis! I wanted to have it right away!
"Sister Wenjuan, both of them have men with them tonight, what are we going to do? I'm burning up. Damn, my underwear is soaked." Xiaona looked distressed.
"What can we do? We don't have boyfriends to hug, so we can only go home and find our husbands to relieve ourselves." I said helplessly.
"Damn, what's the point of finding your husband? You might as well find a cucumber to poke. It's boring!"
"Wenjuan, I have a good idea, I wonder if you'd be willing to go?"
"What idea? Tell me quickly." My eyes lit up.
"Let's go get a massage and find a man to play with?"
I was startled. "What? Get a massage with a man?"
"Yes, I know a massage parlor where all the guys are handsome, and lots of women go there."
I'd heard of women going to male prostitutes before, but I'd never dared to think about doing it myself.
"This, this..." I stammered, unable to speak.
"Don't hesitate, let's go, I'm so itchy." Xiao Na grabbed my hand and hailed a taxi without giving me a chance to argue.
Having just seen two men's penises, my intense lust had driven me mad. Although I wanted to refuse, my feet followed Xiao Na into the car.
It was a very famous massage parlor, frequented almost exclusively by young women. No wonder it was called "Women's World."
After soaking in the warm water for twenty minutes, the effects of the alcohol had worn off considerably, but my burning desire only grew stronger. I didn't know what would happen next. But one thing was certain: I would be fucked by a stranger here.
Men go to brothels to get fucked, so women go to places like this to find men to fuck them?
I followed Xiaona to the third floor, wearing the soft, lightweight bathrobe provided by the shop. Xiaona seemed to know her way around well, as she wasn't a stranger here.
As soon as we reached the top, a man in the shop's uniform approached us, greeting us warmly. Since I hadn't seen any men downstairs, I was dressed casually, only wearing the bathrobe's belt, the neckline wide open, my two full breasts almost completely exposed. Upon seeing a man, I quickly adjusted my neckline to cover my breasts.
Xiaona laughed, "What are you covering up for? Everyone's already seen. Later, not only your breasts, but your cunt will be showing too!"
I smiled somewhat awkwardly at the two men.
We were led into a clean little lounge room, where orange juice and a plate of fruit were placed on a table. We sat down, and I took the orange juice offered by the man. Xiaona casually crossed her legs, her bathrobe rolling down, and I could clearly see the dark hair between her legs.
"Ladies, do you have any familiar waiters?" the man asked politely.
"No, we don't. Could you find us two? Good-looking and skilled. That guy last time, what was his name again? He was quick and efficient!" Xiao Na said, sounding like a seasoned player.
"Haha, the one you called last time was a newbie. He'd been fired long ago, never been around the block," the man laughed. "Since you trust me, I'll call two of my good buddies to serve you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Would you like à la carte or a set menu?"
I was a little confused, probably because they were using jargon.
"Set menu! Let me tell you, this is my sister's first time here, so you'd better make sure she's happy, don't scare her."
"Don't worry, I'll arrange a gentle one for her, I guarantee she'll be satisfied." With that, the man turned and left.
"Xiao Na, what's with this à la carte and set menu thing? You're being so mysterious, don't scare me!" I quickly asked.
"You're so old-fashioned, all you know is accounting textbooks, you know nothing about the outside world. A single order is just a massage, a little touching and sucking, boring! A package is just sex. We're here to find a man to have sex with, right?"
Hearing this, I quickly waved my hands, "Xiaona, the single order was fine, let's not have a package."
"Ugh, that's so boring, listen to me!"
I was about to stop her again when the door was pushed open. The man from before led in two young men, who looked to be around twenty-three or twenty-four.
"Ladies, these are my two brothers, handsome and good in bed. Are you satisfied?"
I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look directly at the two men standing there.
"Hey, sister, are you satisfied? If not, we'll change!"
I blushed, but luckily the room was dimly lit, so no one could see.
"You decide, if you think it's okay, then it's okay." At this point, I couldn't refuse anymore.
"Haha, you're quite straightforward, any man will do. Alright, those two are fine."
"Alright, you two better take good care of these two ladies, they're regulars. Okay, ladies, have fun." With that, the man left.
Two men sat down next to us. The one next to me was the taller one. Just as the taller man was about to put his arm around me, Xiao Na exclaimed, "Hey, I said, this is my sister's first time here, don't scare her."
The tall man quickly withdrew his hand: "Okay, okay. I'll definitely be gentle, I won't scare her."
He peeled a slice of orange and offered it to my lips.
I felt a little uncomfortable, but I opened my mouth and ate the orange he offered. He wanted to peel more, but I quickly declined: "Okay, I can do it myself."
Over there, another man had already embraced Xiao Na, one hand already inside her bathrobe, caressing her breasts.
"Sister, don't be so nervous, it's embarrassing for that guy. Little brother, it's alright, let's get intimate. Let me tell you, you're lucky today, she's never been with a man before." Xiao Na said to the tall man while placing her hand under the man's crotch.
The tall man seemed unconvinced that I hadn't been with a man before: "So beautiful, how could she not have been with a man?" He reached out and wrapped his arm around my neck again.
I instinctively tried to break free, but he held me tightly, and I couldn't move. The tall man glimpsed my breasts through my open neckline: "What big breasts. Come on, let me touch them." He then reached his hand inside. The instant his hand touched my breasts, I felt a jolt, like I'd been electrocuted. This feeling was exactly what I'd experienced when my ex-boyfriend first touched my breasts.
The tall man's hands skillfully roamed over my breasts, kneading, pinching, twisting, and squeezing; I went limp. I closed my eyes, letting him play with my breasts.
I couldn't see what Xiaona was doing with the man; I only heard smacking sounds—whether it was kissing or sucking on my breasts, I couldn't tell. My nipples quickly became erect under the tall man's ministrations.
His hand moved around my back, stroking up and down, while his other hand turned my face, pressing his warm lips to mine. He first gently licked my lips with his tongue, then he tightly sucked on them, kissing and sucking passionately. I was breathless from his kisses, feeling a wave of suffocation.
Just as I was about to push him away, Xiao Na spoke up: "Okay, okay, stop kissing, hurry up and get a massage, my body hurts so much."
The tall guy released me, looking like he wasn't quite done.
"Let's kiss later, not just on the lips, even kissing her pussy is fine," Xiao Na said to the tall guy.
We walked into the massage room, embracing each other.
The massage rooms were separate, and now I panicked a little: "Xiao Na, let's get a massage together."
"Haha, you're really stupid, there's no such thing as a massage room like that. I don't want you to see us having sex later. What, do you like being watched being fucked?" Xiao Na and the man impatiently rushed into the massage room.
I was so anxious I was stamping my feet, but there was nothing I could do. Now, it was up to me. I was led into another massage room by the tall guy.
The massage room wasn't big, and a small pink wall lamp emitted a mysterious light. A small double bed stood against the wall, covered with a clean white sheet, with a tall pillow at the head of the bed. A small window table held massage bottles and jars, and two bags of condoms beside them. The room was simply furnished yet filled with an atmosphere of lust, instantly arousing desire upon entering.
The tall man pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed. I tried my best to calm myself down. What's done is done! If I remained timid, he would laugh at me. Since I was here to find a man to sleep with, it would be inappropriate for me to act so respectably. Thinking this way, I truly calmed down: "It's just finding a man to sleep with, it won't hurt me, just consider it rape. Look at me, so pathetic. I paid for this, why am I the one in the wrong?"
The tall man reached his hand inside again; clearly, he was truly obsessed with my breasts.
"Your breasts are so beautiful, they feel so good. It feels so good to touch them." His hands were firm, pinching my nipples until they hurt a little.
He lowered his head and licked my breasts, making them wet with his saliva.
"Come on, lie down on the bed, I'll give you a massage first."
I did as he asked, lifting my legs onto the bed. Accidentally, my bathrobe slipped down, exposing my entire upper body to him. I saw a red mark on my breast, from where he had been rubbing it. Why do men always like to touch women's breasts so hard? They're so white and tender, how can they bear to do that? This time, I didn't care about the slipped bathrobe; my breasts had already been touched and licked by him. What did it matter if they were exposed for him to see?
I lay face down on the bed, waiting for his next move. I had never had a massage before, and I didn't know where to start. At this moment, I was a little anxious for him to start quickly.
He stood on the floor and began to take off his clothes. He was wearing a very neat suit, and it seemed he was even wearing a tie.
"Are you scared?" he asked as he took off his clothes. I heard the clatter of his belt being unbuckled.
"A man is taking off his pants; he'll be naked on top of me in a minute," I thought.
"Scared of what? Afraid you'll eat me?" I feigned composure. Actually, I was very nervous.
"I can't eat you now. I just ate your breasts; in a minute I'll eat your little cunt. Aren't you scared?"
I heard him slapping his body; it seemed he was finished undressing. Was he naked? He must be wearing underwear, right? He sat down next to me, and I felt his warm body. My heart skipped a beat.
He reached out and pressed his hand on my shoulder, slowly massaging it. His hand moved from my shoulder down to my waist.
"Take off your robe," he said, pulling at my bathrobe. I lifted myself slightly, and the entire robe came off, leaving me completely naked.
He placed his hand on my buttocks, gently stroking them.
“Your ass is beautiful too. You really are a perfect woman. It’s my blessing to serve you tonight,” he complimented my figure. I didn’t answer him, silently accepting his caresses.
“Let me rub some olive oil on you.” He took the small bottle from the table and opened the cap.
A cool sensation ran through my lower back: he poured olive oil on it, then spread it with his palms onto my shoulders, back, buttocks, and thighs—cool and slippery.
As he rubbed it into my cleft, his fingers touched my already swollen labia. He rolled over and straddled my waist, and I could clearly feel his hard penis. Obviously, he was naked, and we were both naked.
“Let me rub it on you, it feels so good.”
He held my shoulders with both hands, and his buttocks began to slide against me. The lubrication of the olive oil had a wonderful effect; his buttocks moved up and down, back and forth, on my waist, buttocks, and thighs, slippery and warm. His buttocks were firm and fleshy. My heart was pounding from his buttocks rubbing against me, and hot, sticky fluid seeped between my thighs, mixing with the olive oil.
I secretly rejoiced: this way he wouldn't see the fluid; he'd think it was olive oil he'd rubbed on. I found myself ridiculous: what's wrong with a woman being sticky? Isn't it a normal physiological reaction? Why don't men feel hot when they get an erection?
His buttocks rubbed against my body for a long time. I buried my face in the pillow; I couldn't take his teasing anymore, and I almost moaned. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back...

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