Food and sex are human nature (Part 1) Peking Duck

Food and sex are human nature (Part 1) Peking Duck
During the winter holiday, my girlfriend Nuonuo and I returned to China. With the Lunar New Year approaching, our schedules were packed with gatherings, and if we couldn't get a table, we could only go for brunch. Our appetites were greatly satisfied, and of course, our desires for sex were also on the rise. Nuonuo and I had many relatives and friends, and everyone went to their own dinner parties, so things were peaceful. Every Christmas Eve, my uncle would invite a group of old colleagues to dinner. This year, the provincial secretary-general, Standing Committee member Fan, happened to be free, so he asked my dad and me to join them. As we entered the private room, my uncle glanced at me, slightly disappointed: "Second brother, you came alone? Why didn't you bring your girlfriend?" (My family used to be quite prominent, producing a top scholar in the imperial examinations, and a distant relative even connected with a high-ranking official. According to the old custom, younger male members were called "brother," and I was the second oldest, so I was called "second brother.") I rolled my eyes inwardly: I brought her to keep you old lechers company while you drink, and who knows, she might end up sleeping with me (I'll talk about my ex-girlfriend another day, haha). My dad chimed in, "This kid's changed again. I'll bring him over for you to see on New Year's Day." Dinner was unusually relaxed. It was rare for Standing Committee Member Fan to be home; he'd already had a few drinks with city leaders at lunch. My uncle and dad were both heavy drinkers, so I barely had a chance. I went home early, around 8 PM, and leaned on the sofa to sober up, eventually dozing off.

Around 11 PM, Nuonuo came home. Seeing me lying there, she rushed to the bathroom. I was woken by her opening the door and turning on the light. Seeing her unusually elaborate makeup tonight, I asked, "What are you doing? Coming home so late without even sitting with me? What did you eat today?" Then I went into the bathroom too. Nuonuo was taking off her clothes and quickly pushed me out the door: "Peking duck!" Hearing that, I got interested. Locals (I'm from Jiangnan) aren't really into Peking duck. There's no Da Dong, and only one good one, but it's a restaurant in a hotel—we can get a room upstairs after eating! I pulled her out and pressed her onto the bed, asking, "Who were you with? Which place did you go to?" She seemed increasingly flustered: "Just a friend! I haven't been back to China for years, I don't even know the place. He drove to pick me up, how was I supposed to know where I was?" My hands didn't stop, lifting her wool skirt up. She became aroused, her eyes sparkling, and she kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Sweetie, let me take a shower, then we'll play." Although she tried to control her expression, I noticed her makeup was normal, but her lipstick was gone! Even more convinced that there was a story, I pressed down on her, forcibly opening her thighs, and touched her inner thighs, which were covered in fine beads of sweat; her underwear was soaked. I said with a dark face, "Besides eating duck, did you also eat chicken?" At this point, Nuonuo stopped struggling, knowing she couldn't hide it from me, and resignedly told me the story of Peking duck:

that man, let's call him Mr. Zhao, was the son of her mother's friend. She had met him when she was an exchange student in London, and when he heard she had returned to China, he asked her out for dinner. Mr. Zhao behaved relatively well in the car, but once they arrived at the private room, he noticed how radiant she looked today, with her ample bosom (Nuonuo was probably a 38C or 36D, but because she was wearing a sweater, her breasts appeared unusually large). While taking off her coat, he grabbed her from behind, blowing on the back of her sensitive neck and gently tickling the lower edge of her breasts with his fingers.

Nuonuo immediately went limp in Mr. Zhao's arms. Fortunately, she still had some self-control in a public place, constantly shifting her body to try and break free, her full buttocks rubbing against Mr. Zhao's crotch through her skirt. Mr. Zhao's lust intensified, and he held her tightly in his arms. Unable to break free, Nuonuo blurted out, almost unconsciously, "Not now, the waiter is coming in." Sure enough, the waiter knocked on the door (it's unclear whether he heard the commotion inside). Mr. Zhao had no choice but to pull her to a seat, solemnly instructing the waiter to set the minimum order and not to disturb her unless necessary.

After the door closed, Nuonuo was still fixing her hair and clothes when Mr. Zhao pulled out his penis and said, "You've rubbed me so hard, you have to let me cool down, otherwise how can we eat?" He then stood up, his penis erect in front of her. His girlfriend's easy arousal was on full display; a breath and a slap of her breasts were enough to arouse her. After rubbing against him for a while, she was already eager and wet down there. Mr. Zhao said again, "Hurry up, the waiter will be coming in soon after the food is hot." Desperate, Nuonuo made him sit back down, then knelt in front of the table, using it to block the view from the doorway. She held his testicles in one hand, gazing at Mr. Zhao with seductive eyes, and took his already erect and hot penis into her mouth, beginning to thrust up and down.

After a while, a waiter pushed in a trolley, followed by a chef. Nuonuo tried to get up, but he pressed her head down, his penis pressed against her throat. She stumbled, unable to kneel steadily, and finally braced herself on the edge of the chair, lying face down on Mr. Zhao's lap. Afraid of making a sound if she pulled out, she continued oral sex, barely daring to breathe, her mouth glistening with saliva. Mr. Zhao, meanwhile, calmly pulled out his phone and started filming the chef slicing roast duck.

Hearing this, I felt less like I was furious and more like I was experiencing a surge of lust. The complex emotions of my girlfriend's infidelity being confirmed were intensely stimulating my cerebral cortex. I pulled out my penis, pulled aside her panties, and pressed it against her already dripping labia. Perhaps because it was so large, and because Nuonuo was voluptuous and tall, but actually had a very small frame and an extremely narrow vaginal opening, it took me several tries to finally insert the head of my penis. Inside, however, was a completely different world, incredibly slippery. With the momentum, I thrust in, reaching right up to her cervix. I was excited, but also a little annoyed. After all, my girlfriend had easily gotten herself into a verbal battle with that guy, making me seem like I couldn't satisfy her: "Is his penis small? You don't even know how to deep-throat, yet you managed to fill it in one bite. Did you two go to a hotel after you finished?" While I was rapidly thrusting into her, Nuonuo stammered, trying to soothe me: "Not you... ah... not you... gentler... it hurts... not as big as your penis... ahh... didn't go to a hotel... where can you find a room on Christmas Eve without booking in advance?! ahhhhhh..." Although I was aroused, I remained clear-headed. It's strange, but when I wasn't having sex, I really wanted to, but once we started, it was just mechanical movement, my mind racing. I wonder if any of you have similar experiences. Nuonuo is easily aroused, getting wet at the slightest touch to her erogenous zones—a bad example of bad choice in friends. Every guy she meets would want to flirt with her. But how did Mr. Zhao know she had a sensitive neck? And how could ordinary friends dare to hug and pull out their penises in public? I yelled, "Tell me the truth! Did you two sleep together before?" Upon hearing this, Nuonuo probably remembered something, and her body trembled, and she ejaculated!

I was so angry that I laughed. I pulled out my penis, and the sheets below were already soaked with her vaginal fluid. I moved to a dry spot and let her sit on top of me. Nono knew her sensitive body was involuntarily betraying her again, so she obediently held onto my penis and slowly sat down. I thrust upwards forcefully, and she screamed again, lying on top of me, letting me fuck her deeply and shallowly while asking, "When did you sleep with him? You've slept with him before, and you've had your fill of it. Don't tell me he can hold back tonight." "London... I slept with him in London. My mom asked me to meet him that day, and we had afternoon tea at the Ritz. After we finished, we went upstairs and did it. My dorm wasn't ready yet, so we did it for three days and three nights without leaving the house. We just ordered food from the hotel. He even wanted the hotel staff to do it to me... Ah! I couldn't walk properly for the next few days..." "I'm not lying to you. He couldn't get a room, and I was in a hurry to come back. When he drove me back, we did it in the car, right in front of my house."

"After we got out of the car, he practically dragged me to the back seat. I saw the lights weren't on, so I thought you weren't back. He reclined the back seat, lifted my skirt, and carried me by my legs for a while. The car windows were all fogged up, and I was worried the neighbors would see us if we shook too much, so I made him lie down. I moved on top of him; it was better that way, less shaking, just like the position we're in now."

"Did you use a condom?" "Yes, I brought one with me when I left. He didn't last as long as you. I was afraid you'd see when you got back, so I just twisted my waist a little and he came. I came in and saw your car in the yard. I stood in the doorway for a while to let the sweat dry before coming in. Dior foundation is really good; it didn't smudge even with all that sweat." I'm fucking speechless. This woman is still thinking about her makeup at a time like this! And she even brought a condom with her—it's obvious she went out to cheat on me! Seeing my speechless expression, Nuonuo knew my anger had subsided. She smiled and whispered in my ear, "Hurry up, I'm coming again." These words were more powerful than any sensory stimulation, arousing boundless desire. Only then did I realize her vaginal opening was gripping my penis, causing a painful constriction. I forgot all about the Peking duck and sped up. After a few thrusts, her soft body stiffened, trembled, and water sprayed all over my thighs. After lying there for a while, she went to take a shower. I turned on her phone, which she had left on the bed, and saw that Mr. Zhao had posted a new message on his WeChat Moments: "Hyatt Peking Duck is good, and the service is excellent!" I turned the video volume up to the maximum, and I could almost hear my girlfriend's soft breathing off-camera.

A side note: This is my first post, so please be kind to me! Actually, starting to write this was purely accidental. I was heartbroken while writing my thesis and wanted a break (for those with expertise in geopolitics and European history, please DM me for advice, haha!). There are many well-written and engaging articles in the department, so I couldn't resist asking for your feedback after finishing this one. I don't have much of a cuckoldry complex, and I prefer light and refreshing writing. However, this story is mainly based on real life, and a girlfriend who is even more experienced than me (using pseudonyms).

The choice of roast duck was also accidental. With the severe pandemic in the US, I was quarantined for a month. Lying in bed missing my long-distance girlfriend, I would occasionally think about what to eat. Today, my girlfriend sent me a picture of roast duck, which made me crave it, hence this post. The skin of roast duck is fatty and crispy; dipping it in sugar is just as pleasurable as a sexual climax. The "One Bite Crisp" at Xihe Restaurant in Beijing's Financial Street comes with popping candy, which is quite a novel flavor. Fatty duck and cucumber dipped in sauce, wrapped in steamed dough—it's rich yet not greasy, absolutely delicious! When I was a teenager, I stayed at a guesthouse near Chaoyangmen in Beijing. A group of soldiers took me to a small shop near the entrance (I've completely forgotten the name; it might be closed now). It was the first time I learned that the character "茴" (huí) could be written in different ways, and that roast duck could be wrapped in different ways, each with a slightly different texture. The soldiers, though seemingly rough and tough, were actually quite knowledgeable about food. If you guys like this, I'll choose one type of food for my future posts—as long as it's delicious enough, no girlfriend can resist!

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