Blogger

投诉/举报!>>

Blog
more...
photo album
more...
video
more...
Home >> 01 Erotic stories>> Photo studio owner
Blogger:admin 2023-06-06 08:15:36

Add Favorites

cancel Favorites

Photo studio owner 

My girlfriend is studying at a university in Shanghai, and we only see each other once every three to five months. I love her very much. But on countless lonely nights, I can't always satisfy my burning passion with my hands, so I also sleep with other girls. Although I feel guilty afterward, I know clearly that I love my girlfriend, and one day I will take her down the aisle.

Our photo studio owner is known as Brother Qiang. Brother Qiang is very powerful; he has many friends in both the legitimate and underworld circles. Brother Qiang is very powerful; besides owning two large photo studios in this city, he also has branches in Shanghai and Guangzhou. Brother Qiang is very powerful; he's over forty and only slightly balding. Brother Qiang is very powerful; he found a wife who is xxx years younger than him.

Let me tell you about Brother Qiang's wife—just one word—beautiful! I've seen countless beautiful women, but her beauty was extraordinary, captivating, even alluring to a degree. A man who met her gaze would be unable to look away. Men who had seen her said they'd be willing to die to sleep with a woman like her.

Brother Qiang flies to Shanghai and Guangzhou at least once a month to take care of his business there, so he's away from home for about half the month. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to sleep with the stunningly beautiful landlady.

The landlady isn't old; she's twenty-five this year. She's 168 cm tall with a curvaceous figure. The first time I saw her at the photo studio, everyone else was out. I treated her like a customer and introduced her to many of the services. Unlike most people who become speechless in front of beautiful women, I'm the opposite. I'm not usually very talkative, but I can express myself better in front of beautiful women. It was clear she had a good impression of me. I thought I might be able to land a big deal; we get commissions. Just as we were exchanging spittle, the photography assistant, Xiao Zhang, returned. He greeted the woman in front of me, "Kitty, you're here?" She glanced at the photo album in front of us, laughed, and said to me, "Bang-ge, what are you doing? Trying to sell something? Haha, you're so funny. You know what? This is our boss's wife!" I felt a little embarrassed at that moment, and then I thought, this woman is really something. She's the boss's wife, and instead of saying so herself, she's even having the audacity to play along with me talking about her. What does that mean? By the way, the landlady doesn't allow us to call her "sister-in-law." She prefers everyone to call her "Cat." She says she likes cats because they enjoy life and are more delicate than other pets… She has many reasons, but I think it's because she looks like a cat, which is why I'm so fond of cats. Her eyes are big, like a cat's, and they're mesmerizing—the legendary alluring eyes, I guess. Normally, you only get an erection when you see a woman's private parts, but even now, I get hard just by looking into her eyes. It's weird! The first time, I had the urge to pin her down. But she's the landlady! It's not about having the desire to steal, it's about having the guts.

The opportunity finally came… It was raining that day. Cat came to the photo studio and said she wanted me to take a set of photos of her.

Cat was even more captivating in front of the camera, and the clothes she brought were quite daring, making me fantasize again and again. Photoshoots really require feeling, just like sex; how can you have an orgasm without feeling? After a tiring shoot, we sat down to rest. Cat asked me to get her some cigarettes from her bag. To my surprise, there was a box of condoms in her bag. I was stunned. Brother Qiang wasn't home, and the boss's wife had condoms in her bag? Was she going to see her lover? Oh well, rich men and beautiful women, few can remain chaste. Sigh… what's it to me? I handed her the cigarettes and lit one. I was going to say that smoking is bad for women's skin, but instead I said, "Your smoking posture is so alluring." Cat said, "Really?" As she spoke, her head came close to mine. "Yes, especially the moment you exhale, in the swirling smoke..." I stopped talking.

"How about in the smoke?" She blew a puff of smoke in my face. Damn, I really wanted to grab her and kiss her plump, sexy lips hard. To rip off her revealing clothes, take out a whip, and whip her hard! When she was a bloody mess, to take her relentlessly. To make her climax again and again, to make her feel pain and pleasure at the same time!

"What are you daydreaming about? Say something!" I snapped out of my daze and said it was nothing. (Just a side note, after reading what I just said, you probably think I'm weird, but that's not true. I later found out that the really weird one was the cat, and it's something you can't even imagine.

I said, "Let's not take any more pictures today, let's do it tomorrow, I

can't get into the groove." She agreed. She went out, and a little while later came back. "Abang, it's raining outside, could you drive me home? I'm a new driver, the roads are bad." I took the cat to her house, a multi-story house, just as luxurious as I had imagined. And that's how it went.) It's the charm of an older man. A poor guy like me could never afford a house like this in my entire life. The cat led me to a room on the second floor. She said it was a very special bedroom, designed by her personally, with a designer hired at great expense. Even Brother Qiang didn't know how special it was. Originally, I didn't want to go up, but I couldn't resist my curiosity. It wasn't so much curiosity about the room itself, but rather a stronger longing for the beautiful woman. The room was dimly lit, without windows, as if it were a partition within a large room. It was like stepping out of a darkroom. The entire design was a bold combination of red and black, flamboyant and daring, with a sense of depth and wildness! On one wall facing the door was a nude photograph of a cat, as large as the wall itself. The background was pure black, and the woman in the photo had fair, smooth skin, long hair flowing over her shoulders, in a classic nude pose: her legs crossed and draped over her shoulders as she sat on the floor. The wind blew her hair, the cat's eyes were unfocused, and against the backdrop of all the black, she appeared pure yet lonely… There was a thin layer of… A white veil draped from the ceiling to the floor, a breeze blowing from somewhere. The veil rose and fell, sometimes obscuring the photos, sometimes cascading down. Everything looked so natural.

I was puzzled; wasn't this supposed to be a bedroom? Why wasn't there a bed?

The room was simple, nothing but a sofa in the corner. I stood there, a little lost, not wanting to offer too much flattery. I'd done countless photoshoots; in front of such a stunning beauty, saying anything like "pretty" would only seem superfluous and foolish. She didn't let me sit down, and I didn't know whether I should leave or sit down myself.

"How is it?"

"Hmm, the design is simple yet bold. I like it."

"What do you think of the photos?" the cat's voice started to whine.

Was she trying to seduce me? I don't want to be cuckolded by Qiang Ge. I've told you before, Qiang Ge is strong. I've seen it for myself.

"Sorry, I... I think I should go back."

"Why the rush? Besides, you haven't even seen the unique features of my bedroom yet!"

I looked around. "The most unique thing is that there's no bed." If it were anyone else, I would definitely say, "No bed is fine, if you want to make love, you can do it on the floor." But Cat is the landlady, and although I could faintly smell her allure, I'm definitely not the kind of man who would do anything for a woman. There are plenty of beautiful women in the world, why take this risk? And another thing is, I love my girlfriend!

She smiled mysteriously, deliberately keeping me in suspense, and said, "Let's have a drink before you go. Why the rush? I'm a cat, not a tiger. Are you afraid I'll eat you?"

Facing her... A strange look in her eyes—any man who could resist that look wouldn't be a real man.

Looking back, I really shouldn't have drunk with her. I want to tell all men: if a beautiful woman asks you to have a drink with her, promising she won't do anything to you, don't believe her!

Suddenly, a remote control appeared in her paw. She pressed a button on the wall with her picture. Something magical happened: the wall started rotating, just like in a movie. When the wall was completely rotated, it was clear—it was a wine cabinet. It had a considerable collection of white and red wine, and even Cinsaut! My favorite! Amazing! Rich people really know how to have fun!

A woman who knows how to enjoy herself… Under the influence of alcohol, our gazes grew increasingly suggestive, and our actions became increasingly excessive. “Your name is Abang? Hehe, my Bangbang, it’s truly God’s arrangement.” When she wrapped her arms around my neck, her words became incoherent. I knew I could have her now, without a problem. As I caressed her body, I really couldn’t resist… I flipped her over and pinned her to the floor, pulling down her panties through her short skirt.

She leered, “Are you an animal? You’re on the floor.”

I ignored her and continued my actions. The cat struggled to her feet, found the remote, pressed it against the wall, and wow! Something magical happened! A bed slowly appeared, heart-shaped, with a pink quilt—so cozy! The two pillows on the bed even had cats and Bangbang embroidered on them! What a romantic and cunning woman! I love her! I picked up the cat and threw her onto the bed with a thud. The bed had amazing bounce, and the moment the beauty bounced slightly, I pounced on her like a cheetah! "Wait," she pressed the remote again, and light from somewhere shone onto the bed, a magical combination of rose-red and pale white light, making it feel like being in a rose garden—so beautiful…you little devil! Just as I was about to thrust in, she pulled open a drawer under the bed. I looked, and wow, it was full of J.S. Bond condoms—all kinds: ultra-thin, hot and cold, vibrating, ringed, fruit-scented, and whatnot… a whole bunch. Seriously, that's incredibly lewd. Even with money, you can't do this. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was opening a condom store. I randomly grabbed one, tore it open, and Cat snatched it away and threw it away. She muttered, "Hmm, a rose-patterned bed, what kind of condom should we use? How about a fish-scented one?" She spent ages choosing, and her penis was completely limp.

Making love with Cat was so amazing! She was very creative, and the bed played tricks on her. One moment the lights would turn blue, as if we were making love on the ocean; the next, they'd turn orange, like we were on a beach. Her remote was amazing; I couldn't even tell where the music was coming from. In short, that night felt perfect, beyond my wildest dreams.

She was very horny, wanting me again and again, each time requiring a different condom. She was horny?

Qiang, aren't you supposed to be strong? Qiang

is strong, but he's old, and with age comes the risk of his wife cheating. Saying she's perverted doesn't mean she likes SM or MS. On the contrary, she's incredibly tender in bed, with multiple orgasms. Under that kind of stimulation, a man just wants to keep going! It was something that happened later that made me realize how perverted she was.

Cats are like drugs; once you're hooked, there's no escaping them. During those days, I didn't think about anything else but sleeping with her, about how to make her happy. If she ignored me, I felt my life was meaningless. When a man reaches this point, he's betraying the very essence of life. Filial piety, responsibility, career—none of it matters! All I thought about was sleeping with her, wondering what her mysterious bed would hold tonight, and what kind of styling product would be appropriate. I don't know if I was infatuated with her or she was infatuated with me, but whenever we were together, we kept wanting more, as if the world was ending and if we didn't, we'd never have another chance.

One day, we were making love passionately when her remote alarm went off, making a buzzing sound. She said, "Brother Qiang is back!" I was so scared I almost peed my pants. If I hadn't been wearing no pants, I probably would have. The cat calmly said, "Don't be afraid, there's enough time." She got off the bed, put on her clothes, picked up the remote, and pressed a button. My float bed started to recede into the wall, like the receding tide, and the light on the bed surface turned white. I was truly impressed by her; even when she was about to be caught in bed with someone else, she remained so calm and romantic. Only after the bed and I were pushed back into the wall did I realize there was such a large space inside—a study. There was a bookshelf, and the books on it were dust-free, indicating that the cat read them often, or at least cleaned them regularly. There was a small table with a computer on it, desserts next to it, and a small refrigerator with drinks and fruit. There was also a small square table with four chairs. The chairs were oddly shaped, with pointed backs, armrests, and footrests. I sat down for a bit; they were very comfortable, and my legs didn't feel tired. It was just that the shape of the chairs always felt a little strange.

Wow, I couldn't help but admire this woman again!

There was a mirror on the left wall, the same height as the wall itself. I walked to the mirror and looked at my naked, muscular body. At that moment, I thought of my girlfriend.

After that one time, we became even more unrestrained. Whether Qiang Ge went to Shanghai or Guangzhou or not, whenever we wanted, we would run to her secret little house and make love wildly.

Men are animals that think with their lower bodies, especially when you're facing not just a person, but a demon. They simply can't control themselves. Now I finally understand why King Zhou of Shang and Yang Guifei, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Daji, indulged in debauchery and neglected state affairs. I finally understand! They all lost their kingdoms. Why do people always have to experience things to understand?

The difference between a good man and a bad man isn't whether you do bad things, but how you react after doing bad things. When you cross the moral line, you feel guilty. "I'm still a good man," you think. "I feel sorry for my girlfriend." And seeing how good Qiang Ge is to the cat, and how good he is to me too, I also feel sorry for Qiang Ge. Several times, I told the cat that this was the last time, but when I looked into her eyes, she would strip me naked again!

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/46581.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=46581&aspx=1

Previous Page : A Seductive Woman's Confession

Next Page : Before and After Training a Married Woman (Part 1)

增加   


comment        Open a new window to view comments