Stubborn mature woman

A mirror, through some optical principle, slightly elongated the voluptuous figure reflected in it, making it appear rather slender and curvaceous, and giving the woman in front of the mirror a radiant, narcissistic smile. She held her head in her hands, twisting her body in an exaggerated S-shape from side to side, every line seemingly displaying a captivating effect, as if the subtle flab that had grown in certain areas had been ironed out.
"What should I wear today?"
After indulging in a moment of self-admiration, Yan Ran opened her wardrobe, muttering to herself as she faced the overwhelming array of clothes. Today she was attending a so-called wine tasting salon hosted by a friend who sold wine—an event frequented by dignitaries and important figures, which Yan Ran always eagerly sought out.
Such occasions were incredibly significant for Yan Ran, a divorced single woman working in the business world. Not only could she make friends in the business community and gain access to various forms of assistance, but there was also the possibility of some wonderful stories unfolding. To be precise, Yan Ran wasn't exactly single. She had a "big brother" in her bed who provided "security" for entertainment venues, and it was his involvement that led to her divorce a few years ago.
She was a woman with a rich sexual appetite. She enjoyed the intoxicating, almost ecstatic feeling of being teased and overwhelmed by a man's varied techniques and rapid advances, and she also enjoyed playing games of manipulating and conquering men.
She was adept at understanding and observing men's sexual orientations and fetishes. Often, after subtly probing and inducing certain men, she would blindfold them, bind their hands and feet, and then slowly move a vibrator or massager along their inner thighs, glans, and scrotum, listening to their intermittent moans, watching their penises throb restlessly under stimulation, and watching the slippery fluids slowly and uncontrollably overflow from their urethral openings. Their bodies writhed in agitation, their expressions complex and strange.
When she senses the man in her arms becoming increasingly eager and impatient to erupt, she will suddenly stop, smiling as she admires the changes in his face, his groin, and every part of his body, just as she admires the man's burning desire when he's on top of her. Then she will forcefully thrust the vibrator or massager into him, causing him to tremble and ejaculate instantly amidst a series of cries. She will continue to hold his penis, letting the vibrator or massager vibrate in the pool of fluid, watching the bound man tremble, try to dodge, groan, and finally beg for mercy. She will feel the same excitement as if she herself had reached orgasm.
She won't let them go so easily. After they catch their breath, she will wipe away the sticky mess and wash it clean, then use her soft lips and tongue, her smooth fingers, and the vibrator or massager to tease them again, stirring up the embers of desire.
She let the penis slowly rise, gradually hardening and thickening in her hand, the glans red and shiny. Even though some men succumbed to weakness and atrophy after just one time, she was still captivated by this somewhat unconventional and intriguing sensory stimulation. The number of men she had played with in this way was small, but they varied in status and age, and all shared one thing in common: most of them were influential figures…
Yan Ran selected a light, thin, black V-neck, low-cut silk dress from her wardrobe, paired with a white shawl inlaid with gold openwork jacquard, making her smooth, fair, and full breasts appear and disappear. She then carefully chose a heart-shaped crystal and diamond necklace, a pair of equally thin, barely-there black stockings, and put on a small but exquisite Vacheron Constantin bag.
Picking up an LV from a pile of colorful handbags, she twirled in front of the mirror, feeling like a graceful, luxurious, and alluring noblewoman. She glanced at her watch; it was still early, enough time to get a thorough treatment at the beauty salon…
The familiar sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor of the corridor echoed. The sound was like a spring breeze knocking on a door or window, bringing a touch of relief to Niu Naifu's previously gloomy mood.
"Sister Na, is there a cold front outside today?"
"What?"
"Haha, why are you all bundled up today!"
"Go away! I have a cold."
Niu Naifu was indeed a little surprised when he saw Nana's attire. Nana was wearing a well-tailored but rather conservative gray-white suit, quite different from her usual image. Her expression didn't seem unusual, though her light makeup still revealed a slight pallor.
"Mr. Niu, I'm here for work."
Her tone was calm, though a little hoarse.
"Hehe, good, good!"
Niu Naifu smiled broadly, trying his best to remain calm.
"Why are you back at work so soon? Your voice still sounds a little hoarse. Don't worry, just rest a few more days!"
Niu Naifu wasn't sure if this "don't worry" was for Nana or for himself.
"It's okay, staying home is boring anyway."
Nana looked at Niu Naifu and noticed his gaze was somewhat wandering, as if he had something on his mind. Nana chuckled inwardly, even feeling a sense of relief; she assumed Niu Naifu was still troubled by what happened that night.
Niu Naifu took a small red box from his drawer and handed it to Nana. She opened it and saw a pair of platinum diamond earrings, exquisitely crafted.
"Mr. Niu, what do you mean by this?"
Nana was bewildered. What was this? A confession? Compensation?
"Hehe, no…nothing else."
Niu Naifu's laugh was somewhat dry.
"I just think these earrings suit you well!"
Actually, he had bought these earrings a few days ago to give to Xian, but seeing Nana today, he inexplicably thought of giving them to her instead.
"Just accept it, consider it a perk from the boss to the employees, haha!"
He chuckled, trying to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere. Nana didn't say anything more and put the small box in her bag.
Afterwards, Niu Naifu asked Nana if she wanted to go to a wine tasting salon together. Nana said she didn't want to go because she wasn't fully recovered from her cold, so Niu Naifu told her to go home and rest and take care of herself, and went to the wine tasting salon by himself. The
wine tasting salon was arranged in a high-end club by the lake, and the parking lot was almost full when Niu Naifu arrived. Walking into the club, Niu Naifu saw Mr. Lu, the general manager of Wolberg Winery Co., Ltd., a middle-aged man with a bloated, almost spherical figure, a flushed face, and a receding hairline, enthusiastically introducing his products to everyone in front of a row of wine shelves.
Niu Naifu only liked to drink baijiu and beer and had no interest in wine, so he only greeted Mr. Lu from a distance and then began to look for possible acquaintances among the figures scattered around the lobby.
As his gaze fell upon a row of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake, a woman's figure seemed to be waving at Niu Naifu. The sunlight streaming in blurred her face, but made her figure appear alluring. Niu Naifu picked up two glasses of red wine from the bar table and walked towards the woman, who swayed and came forward to greet him. Once the sunlight's illusion wore off, Niu Naifu finally recognized her as Yan Ran.
"Haha,
Mr. Yan,
how's that restaurant thing going?"
"Thank you so much, Brother Niu! I'm working on the design now, and I'll need your feedback when the drawings are finished in a couple of days!"
Yan Ran smiled charmingly, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"Don't keep calling me 'Mr. Yan,' it's too cheesy!"
She gently pulled Niu Naifu to sit in a corner.
The shawl, with its strong symbolic meaning, subtly revealed the full, rounded white skin at the V-neck opening, forcing Niu Naifu to make a certain effort to make his swallowing appear natural and smooth. All of this, naturally, did not escape Yan Ran's eyes. She had long harbored a certain curiosity about Niu Naifu after Lian's tireless descriptions of his womanizing ways.
Until the day she met him, she was surprised by the stark contrast between Niu Naifu's frail, scholarly appearance and Lian's description, as well as her own various imaginings. But she quickly discerned the truth in his eyes—a look completely unrelated to so-called refined elegance. Although this man was constantly trying to disguise it, that look, in her eyes, was no different from some of the seemingly respectable men she had encountered.
"Brother Niu, have you been having a good time lately?"
Yan Ran's smile was the kind that easily stirred many thoughts in a man; to Niu Naifu, it seemed to contain something irresistible. Yan Ran's smile temporarily eased his deep worry for Xian.
"I've had so much to do these past few days, I haven't had time to go out and have fun!"
Niu Naifu took a sip of wine, it was sour and astringent, far less refreshing than Moutai or Wuliangye. He wondered if Yan Ran was more like wine or Moutai or Wuliangye.
"Hehe, you look really elegant today, you'll be the envy of everyone!"
"Haha, I'm almost an old lady, how can I compare to those young girls around Brother Niu!"
She gently patted Niu Naifu's hand, her smile growing even brighter, her two full, white breasts trembling slightly, almost dazzling.
"Sister Lian told me this!"
"Hehe, I like mature women with substance, not those crazy little girls!"
Niu Naifu was telling the truth. He'd always been susceptible to mature, charming women, especially those like Nana and Yan Ran who seemed sophisticated and bourgeois. He often found himself falling for them. At that moment, he clearly felt something hot moving inside him, and his crotch felt a subtle, prying pressure.
Their conversation was becoming increasingly ambiguous and intimate, but fortunately, the occasion allowed them to maintain a certain level of composure and dignity. The greetings exchanged between acquaintances passing by provided a stage for displaying that so-called "composure and dignity."
But under the tablecloth-covered table, Niu Naifu's calf, whether intentionally or unintentionally, pressed against Yan Ran's calf. Yan Ran, seemingly oblivious, reciprocated his touch. As they got engrossed in their conversation on the table, their legs, pressed together, rubbed and swayed subtly beneath. Everything seemed perfectly seamless.
It wasn't until near noon, when President Lu came to invite the guests to the buffet for drinks and food, that Niu Naifu seemed to suddenly remember something. He quickly told President Lu and a few other close friends that he had important business to attend to and hurriedly left. Of course, he didn't forget to say goodbye to Yan Ran. He gently squeezed her hand, and they smiled at each other, as if they had reached some unspoken understanding. Niu Naifu was going to Xian's place. Under normal circumstances, if Xian had taken the first bus from her hometown, she should already be back at her hideout…
Things had indeed turned out exactly as Niu Naifu had predicted. When he opened the door, a suitcase lay overturned on the living room floor. The water heater and water dispenser were both on. Xian was asleep in the bedroom, her head covered. He quietly walked to the bedside. Xian's eyelids twitched slightly; she wasn't truly asleep. Niu Naifu looked her over and noticed that Xian had lost a lot of weight, her complexion was poor, and her eyes were dark-rimmed. He felt a pang of pity and sat down, tenderly stroking her face, which felt cool to the touch. Xian opened her eyes at this moment, looking at him as if he were a stranger.
"Hehe, you're finally back! I was so worried!"
Niu Naifu smiled as easily as possible.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Xian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his hand away, her voice sounding somewhat agitated: "It's true, but it's not yours. I had it from messing around with other men outside. Is that alright now? Are you satisfied?"
Niu Naifu knew that Xian had misunderstood him, and he also knew that he absolutely couldn't provoke her any further, otherwise, given her temper, she might really do something.
He bent down and hugged her. She struggled to push him away, but Niu Naifu didn't let go. Instead, he hugged her even tighter, kissed her a few times, and said in an extremely gentle voice, "I promised to take good care of you. Don't worry, if you're pregnant, you're pregnant. What's there to be afraid of? Whether you have the baby or not is up to you. I won't force you to do anything!"
At this moment, all Niu Naifu could do was comfort and reassure her. He needed to calm Xian down, make her clear-headed, and rational as soon as possible so that they could gradually resolve the thorny issue of her pregnancy.
"Don't overthink it. I'm not an irresponsible person. Find one of your girlfriends to keep you company for a while. I'll come over to keep you company whenever I have time. Look how thin you've become! That was my fault. Please forgive me. I only love you!"
Niu Naifu put all his "sincere" acting skills to use, and his voice was even a little choked up.
Xian stopped struggling, pinched him a few times, and started sobbing softly. Soon, she fell asleep in his arms. She was truly exhausted. After she fell asleep, Niu Naifu went to a nearby supermarket and bought a lot of Xian's favorite foods, such as milk, preserved plums, cakes, potato chips, chocolate, and beef jerky, placing them by her bedside. He also slipped a full ten thousand yuan under her pillow and left a note before leaving: "Xian, I really only love you, really, you have to believe me..."
Chapter 13 A Debauched Feast
Xiao Lan's birthday dinner arrived as scheduled. Xiao Lan made several anxious calls to Niu Naifu, her voice as sweet and gentle as ever, as if nothing had happened regarding the loan. That day, when Niu Naifu drove there, he noticed that the neon lights along the way seemed to be on very early, their vibrant colors flickering like countless familiar, ambiguous glances filled with covetousness. The cars and pedestrians on the road also seemed more crowded than usual, as if foreshadowing something that was about to happen.
This was a newly opened hotel. Although the decor was quite opulent, the pervasive smell of benzene and formaldehyde made one's throat itch and eyes sting. When Niu Naifu entered the so-called luxury private room numbered 888, it was already a hive of people vying for attention, chattering excitedly.
Xiao Lan, Lian, Tingting, and Yan Ran were among them, along with several unfamiliar men and women. The women were dressed as if in a fashion show, each one dazzlingly beautiful. Xiao Lan, in particular, wore a pink silk round-neck off-shoulder dress, black fishnet stockings, and matching pink metallic stilettos, making her appear even more sexy and alluring. However, her voluminous hairstyle inexplicably reminded Niu Naifu of a bird's nest or a haystack.
Clearly, Niu Naifu was not the leading man at the evening's banquet. Sitting next to Xiaolan was a man roughly the same age as Niu Naifu, wearing the same style of glasses. However, aside from suggesting possible poor eyesight, there was nothing about him that connected to the specific meaning the glasses represented. His short, thick neck, the mutton-fat jade pendant hanging from his short, thick hands, the rose gold and diamond-encrusted watch he wore, the rarely seen pure jade square ring, and his prominent belly—all these indicated that this man was someone of considerable status.
Several familiar women greeted Niu Naifu, and Tingting's face, unsurprisingly, flushed slightly.
Xiao Lan was unusually reserved today, politely introducing Niu Naifu to the other unfamiliar faces. Niu Naifu, in turn, exchanged business cards with each stranger with equal grace, everything conforming to the so-called procedures and appearances required by a certain social class. Even Xiao Lan's two male colleagues, who were "employees" at the same company, maintained an air of elegance. Niu Naifu learned that the man with the same style of glasses as him was the owner of a sizable decoration company, surnamed Huang, and that this hotel was also under his name.
The birthday dinner was about to begin in a seemingly peaceful and joyful atmosphere. In fact, everything in this space was familiar and familiar to Niu Naifu, and there was no language barrier with the unfamiliar faces. The only thing that made him slightly hesitant was who he should sit with at this time. Xiao Lan naturally had the man surnamed Huang with her, but facing Lian, Tingting, and Yan Ran, if he had to decide based on the closeness of their relationship, he should undoubtedly sit with Lian.
Lian, however, had already casually sat down with the two unfamiliar women and started chatting enthusiastically. Tingting, though she secretly glanced at Niu Naifu a few times, eventually sat down next to Xiao Lan, leaving only a seat next to Yan Ran. Everything seemed deliberately arranged, which was exactly what Niu Naifu wanted at that moment.
The subsequent process unfolded methodically, as if rehearsed countless times. After a brief period of mutual pretense, fueled by alcohol and the subtle, innate psychology between men and women, the plot became increasingly vivid.
Niu Naifu chose to drink Moutai with the man surnamed Huang, because he had decided to try something new that night.
His many experiences had taught him that among various types of alcohol, baijiu (Chinese white liquor) was the most effective catalyst for stimulating his interest and boosting his abilities. As long as he kept it under eight liang (approximately 400ml), the results would be quite pleasant. If there were further activities after the drinking session, as long as the baijiu was kept under half a jin (approximately 250ml), everything would be fine and not disappointing.
Xiao Lan cleverly steered the conversation towards the topic of building a beauty salon. Niu Naifu then realized that the two unfamiliar women were actually "shareholders" of the future beauty salon, and that Xiao Lan's relationship with the man surnamed Huang seemed to be quite "deep." The three women, along with Lian, took turns intimately toasting the man surnamed Huang while describing the beautiful blueprint for the beauty salon. Niu Naifu had no interest in any of this; his attention was completely drawn to Yan Ran beside him.
Yan Ran was dressed very sensually tonight. Pink glitter lipstick and light purple eyeshadow gave her a glamorous look. The black halter top, without her shawl, revealed her rounded shoulders, and the black silk, stretched taut by her full breasts, shimmered with a soft yet rhythmic sheen, like a shimmering, unfathomable lake. The faint scent of perfume persistently stirred Niu Naifu's senses.
Slightly tipsy, Niu Naifu's hand rested on Yan Ran's thigh. Her full, supple flesh looked incredibly sexy against the smooth fabric of her skirt and stockings. Yan Ran turned to look at him, simply smiling slightly as she moved her chair further in.
This complex smile and the simple movement greatly encouraged Niu Naifu; his hand almost never left her thigh. After some tentative caresses, Niu Naifu's hand quietly slid to the inner thigh. When his fingers touched the bare area where the stockings met her shorts, Yan Ran instinctively squeezed her legs together.
But Niu Naifu didn't stop. He gently pinched it and then began to explore deeper. His fingers quickly touched her panties, thin and seemingly jacquard, a warm sensation faintly present. A few pubic hairs along the edge of the panties tickled his fingers. Just as Niu Naifu lifted the edge of his underwear with his fingers, Yan Ran suddenly squeezed her legs together, pushed Niu Naifu away, and whispered coquettishly in his ear, "Are you trying to kill me?!" The man
surnamed Huang seemed interested in the blueprint for the beauty salon that the women were describing so vividly. Although he did not agree to provide direct financial support, he promised to be responsible for the design and decoration, and the cost would be discussed later. Whether Xiaolan was genuinely drunk or doing it on purpose, her face flushed and her eyes somewhat glazed, she leaned on Huang's shoulder, one hand occasionally stroking his chest. Huang also looked excited, one hand frequently reaching under the table, as if he were doing the same thing as Niu Naifu...
After everyone finished their dessert and fruit and discussed where to continue having fun, Lian said that Niu Ge didn't like going to bars because he couldn't stand the loud and jarring music, so they should go to a karaoke bar instead. Xiaolan raised her hand, her tongue swollen, and said, "Okay, we'll listen to Niu Ge." Huang laughed and said that he also couldn't stand the noisy and chaotic bars...
So, they all decided to go sing karaoke together. Standing up, Niu Naifu watched as Yan Ran deliberately sniffed the fingers she had just touched. Yan Ran leaned close to his cheek and lightly spat, the foxy allure in her eyes almost making Niu Naifu lose control…
Niu Naifu was very familiar with this KTV. If he was with a woman or accompanying a customer with certain needs, he usually arranged for them to come here because the KTV had guest rooms upstairs.
Inside the private room, XO Martell had been mixed with ice and a sports drink, and the popcorn emitted a rich milky aroma. Lian and Tingting were huddled around the song selection counter, flipping through songs. In the flickering lights and shadows on the big screen, the voluptuous, slender, or fair shoulders and arms looked particularly alluring. But apart from Lian, Tingting, the two strange women, and two male colleagues from Xiao Lan's company, Niu Naifu and the man surnamed Huang seemed somewhat distracted.
The direct consequence of this absent-mindedness was that Huang and Xiaolan disappeared without a trace. When everyone noticed that the sofa, which had been folded into a circle, had suddenly become spacious, one of the two strange women said with a strange smile, "Xiaolan and Huang have gone out for a while, they'll be back soon."
Niu Naifu didn't notice these changes. His hand was already behind Yan Ran, pulling up the hem of her skirt at her hips, and then slipping through her underwear to caress her buttocks, which were fleshy and thick. Yan Ran used a large cushion to cover her chest and abdomen, also concealing the abnormal movement of her skirt. Niu Naifu's fingers touched the edge of the cleft between her buttocks, which was slightly sweaty. Yan Ran used her elbow to push him away, preventing his fingers from going any deeper into the cleft.
"Let's go!"
Niu Naifu really didn't want to waste any more time here.
"Where to?"
Yan Ran pulled Niu Naifu's hand out from behind her back, but didn't let it leave her waist and back, smiling knowingly as she asked.
"Hehe, there are guest rooms upstairs. I'll ask the madam to book them, okay?"
Niu Naifu hugged Yan Ran's waist tightly, his other hand slipping under the cushion and touching her lower abdomen, which heaved rapidly.
Yan Ran pushed him away with her shoulder, pouting, "There are so many people here, it's embarrassing!"
Niu Naifu chuckled, took out his phone, and texted one of the madams to book a room. Then, he picked up his wine glass and enthusiastically toasted everyone in the crowd. Lian and Tingting were singing enthusiastically in the middle of the private room when he walked up behind them and groped each of their buttocks, looking quite shameless. Lian kicked her foot back, and Tingting's singing paused for a moment.
At that moment, the madam pushed open the door and peeked in, beckoning to Niu Naifu. Niu Naifu walked over to Yan Ran, gestured with his lip, picked up his bag, and went out first. Yan Ran hesitated for a moment, then secretly glanced around before following him out…
The guest rooms here could only be described as shabby. As soon as she entered, Yan Ran covered her nose and said, “What’s that smell?”
Niu Naifu hugged her tightly, his breath reeking of alcohol, and teased, “What else could it be? It’s just the smell of that place!” Yan
Ran’s face turned as red as she had at the banquet, and her body began to soften. Because there were still a couple in another private room downstairs, the two of them didn’t engage in much lingering affection or flirting. They simply showered naked and rolled around on the bed.
Once a woman washes away her makeup, she always exudes a certain strangeness, much like how an adult film actress, after being photoshopped on a cover, can sometimes look completely different when stripped naked. At this moment, Yan Ran lost much of her radiance, and her face revealed signs commensurate with her age.
However, her voluptuous figure and smooth skin, especially her full and elastic breasts, naturally slightly swollen at the base, with two plump, reddish-brown nipples standing erect like grapes waiting to be devoured, still held an irresistible allure for the drunken Niu Naifu.
He gently parted her slightly crossed legs, revealing thick pubic hair matted in clumps. Her pubic area was somewhat dark, standing out starkly against the white skin. Her thick labia majora resembled a steamed bun split in half, while her labia minora were even darker, half-open, vaguely revealing a hint of pale red inside.
Niu Naifu kissed her inner thighs while carefully inhaling the scent of her genitals. There was no other odor, only the fragrance of bath gel and a normal body odor. Only then did he feel reassured enough to lick her slightly swollen clitoris with his tongue, while his fingers simultaneously probed into her already lubricated vagina. Yan Ran let out an "Oh," and spread her legs wider.
Niu Naifu's two fingers touched the thickest part of the folds of flesh at the front of her vagina and began to dig rapidly. Yan Ran's lower body trembled, and she cried out exaggeratedly, "Ahhh!" She grabbed Niu Naifu's legs with both hands and pulled them towards her, turning her body to the side and placing one leg over his head, assuming a 69 position. Niu Naifu inserted another finger, stirring and thrusting inside, occasionally pinching the cavity and shaking it forcefully.
Niu Naifu's little finger touched Yanran's anus. Yanran's anus was slightly concave, not tightly closed, and was easily slipped inside by his little finger, which was already wet with her juices. He inserted all four fingers simultaneously.
Yanran groaned loudly, grabbing his penis and shoving it into her mouth, sucking and licking it, often taking it deep into her throat. The wet, smacking sounds from her mouth and the equally wet, gurgling sounds from her vagina made the room feel like dry tinder was being gradually scorched by a raging fire.
"Ugh...I want it...I...I can't take it anymore...you...you give it to me!"
Yanran's lower body began to writhe, her mouth filled with his penis, making muffled cries. Niu Naifu's fingers were already sticky and slippery.
"Did you...did you bring a condom?"
Ever since his wife pointed out that he often secretly kept condoms in his bag, Niu Naifu hadn't dared to put them in his bag anymore.
"No...no...hurry up...just don't...don't put it inside!"
Lust made reason somewhat fragile. Niu Naifu flipped over and straddled her, thrusting in with force and speed, as if to demonstrate his sexual prowess. Yan Ran's expression was one of utter ecstasy, her closed eyes slightly open, revealing only the whites of her eyeballs, moaning incoherently, her lower body throbbing desperately in response to his thrusts...
The alcohol seemed to give Niu Naifu a significant time boost, and his penis seemed even thicker and harder than when he was sober.
He then half-carried, half-dragged Yan Ran, who was drowning in a sea of pleasure, to a round chair, raised her legs high, and leaned down to thrust in again. This almost folded position made her vaginal opening both narrow and short, and each of his thrusts nearly hit her cervix. Yan Ran's cries were squeezed, sounding like desperate gasps for breath.
When Niu Naifu felt he was about to ejaculate, he lifted her feet, sucking on her slightly curved and soft toes and licking her fleshy and delicate soles, while slowing his pace as he thrust into her vagina. But Yan Ran was completely immersed in the flames of desire. She clung tightly to Niu Naifu's waist: "Faster...no...don't stop..."
Niu Naifu folded her up again and thrust violently, while his middle finger was once again inserted into her anus, probing with each thrust of his penis. Suddenly, Yan Ran released her hands, grabbed the armrests of the chair, and raised her lower body high. A shiver ran through her, and a loud whimper escaped her throat. The whites of her eyes became even more prominent.
Niu Naifu pressed his penis deep against the cervix, feeling the powerful contractions inside the cavity, like being sucked by a warm little mouth. As Yan Ran let out a long breath and her body went limp, Niu Naifu also felt a surge of heat about to burst forth. He grabbed the base of his penis and quickly withdrew.
At this moment, Yan Ran regained some consciousness, her face flushed as she stood up and hugged Niu Naifu, biting his earlobe and panting, "You...you lie down, I'll help you get it out..."
Niu Naifu lay down on the ground, still holding his penis, while Yan Ran pulled a black stocking from the pile of clothes, loosely wrapped it around his penis, leaving only the sticky glans exposed, and then lay on top of him, using her full breasts to hug his penis and rub it against him.
As Niu Naifu's lower body began to writhe restlessly, uttering moans, she gripped his penis with one hand and began stroking it rapidly, while the other hand spat and squeezed the glans repeatedly. Niu Naifu almost let out a low howl as he ejaculated, his hands tightly gripping her breasts, his lower body trembling for a while...
When the two returned to the private room, Xiao Lan and the man surnamed Huang were already inside, Lian and Tingting were playing dice with the two men, and each of the two strange women had a man beside her, embracing and whispering to each other.
Seeing Niu Naifu and Yan Ran enter, Xiao Lan jumped up and danced excitedly: "Brother Niu and the others are here! Light the candles! Eat the cake!"
The atmosphere under the dim and ambiguous lights regained the joyful feeling that a birthday party should have...
Chapter 14 Bloodstained and Sordid Encounters
"Brother Niu, why haven't I seen you at the last few times Xiao Wu treated us to drinks?"
"Xiao Wu? Xiao Wu still has money to treat us to drinks?"
In a coffee shop called Mingdian, Niu Naifu was chatting and eating sunflower seeds with several "brothers" from the streets, their mouths smeared with the white foam of cappuccino. These were several former classmates, classmates of classmates, or friends of classmates, etc. They and Niu Naifu were from completely different worlds, but from the beginning, they shared similar interests and became very close. In school and when they first entered society, these brothers often came to Niu Naifu's aid when he got into trouble by chasing after classmates' "girls," pursuing girls from other schools, or stealing his coworker's girlfriend.
They had once been ranked by age. Although Niu Naifu was only the eighth among the so-called "ten brothers," due to his different family background, his generosity, and his quick wit, he was practically the "boss" of the group for a considerable period. It wasn't until Niu Naifu's company became more established and his business more diversified that he gradually distanced himself from them.
Most of them, however, continued to make their way in another world, with two of the brothers now becoming "big brothers" in their respective regions. Niu Naifu would invite them to get together three or four times a year, for baths, foot massages, feasts, tea, or coffee...
On this particular day, Niu Naifu had arranged for the "ten brothers" to meet up and reminisce, but he couldn't reach the one called "Xiao Wu" no matter what he tried. Several calls went unanswered, but the fact was that the "phone disconnected" message seemed to apply only to Niu Naifu, which made him look annoyed. The others present also began to realize something was amiss.
"What's wrong, Brother Niu?"
The one who asked was "Little Seven," a guy with quite a reputation in the southeast corner of the city who specialized in stock market manipulation and profiteering.
"I've seen him several times at the Le Nest Nightclub lately. The day before yesterday, he was drinking with Boss, Second Brother, Sixth Brother, and me, and he was always with Tian..."
He suddenly stopped.
"Ah, who was he always with?"
Niu Naifu was completely bewildered by Xiao Qi.
"Tian...Tian Hui."
When Xiao Qi uttered the name, the others looked at Niu Naifu with strange expressions.
Niu Naifu paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, attracting the attention of the other guests. He immediately lowered his voice: "Tian Hui? That slut Tian Hui is still in our circle? She's almost 45 this year, isn't she?"
Niu Naifu's nonchalant attitude relaxed everyone, and they all let out somewhat lewd laughter. Xiao Qi even said to Niu Naifu, "Brother Niu, last time you and Tian Hui almost disgusted me to death, haha..."
The guys then let out even more lewd laughter.
The "last time" Xiao Qi was referring to was actually eight or nine years ago, and the woman named Tian Hui was with Xiao Qi at the time. "Last time," the brothers were drinking together, and Xiao Qi brought a woman none of them recognized, but everyone could tell that she was older than all the brothers.
Tian Hui wasn't particularly beautiful. At less than 1.6 meters tall, she was the shortest woman Niu Naifu had ever "met." Her measurements were somewhat exaggerated. Upon first seeing her, Niu Naifu couldn't help but think of the mature women he'd seen in the countryside when he was a child. However, Tian Hui's well-maintained complexion was incomparable to those of the rural women, and she had a rather straightforward personality. Like Niu Naifu and the others, she ate with large chopsticks and drank heartily, her laughter quite infectious.
The place where they had "last time" drank had once been the office building of a certain industry bureau. Because of institutional reforms, the office building had been transformed into a "tertiary industry" project integrating catering, accommodation, and entertainment. Xiao Wu was also there that time; he was then running the karaoke room on the top floor of the building.
Niu Naifu couldn't remember exactly how he and Tian Hui ended up together "last time." He only remembered that after everyone had drunk themselves into a stagger, they went to Xiao Wu's karaoke room. During the noisy drinking and chatting, Tian Hui unknowingly sat next to him and started hugging and cuddling Xiao Qi as if he didn't exist. The other guys were used to Niu Naifu's behavior and similarly ignored it.
As for how he ended up in the room with Tian Hui, Niu Naifu's memory was hazy, but he vividly remembered what happened there, even to the point of being unforgettable. This wasn't because the experience was particularly wonderful, but because, as Xiao Qi had described it, it was "disgusting." Niu Naifu
clearly remembered that as soon as he entered the room, he stripped Tian Hui naked. Her large breasts drooped with deep areolas and large nipples, and her equally large buttocks were dazzlingly white. When he touched her breasts and buttocks, they bounced and jiggled excitedly. Niu Naifu was also roughly stripped naked by Tian Hui, becoming a "four-eyed frog." After showering, the two of them, without drying off or wrapping themselves in towels, began to hug and lick each other like madmen.
At that time, Niu Naifu was in his prime, and although he was drunk and drowsy, his penis, supported by the alcohol, was as hard and thick as a morning erection. This made Tian Hui tightly grip his penis and exclaim in an exaggeratedly lewd manner, "Oh, Brother Niu, your thing is much bigger than my husband's, it must feel so good!"
Niu Naifu sat in a round chair with his legs spread apart, making Tian Hui kneel between his legs like a female dog, holding her head and shoving his iron-like penis into her mouth, pressing it down desperately. Tian Hui's face quickly turned red. She tried several times to spit out the penis to breathe, but he held her down each time. She could only sob and continue to stroke it, her penis covered in saliva. She finally broke free when tears and snot streamed down her face.
She lay on his leg, coughing and panting. It took her a while to recover. She patted Niu Naifu's leg and said, "Cough cough, it's...it's all down my throat. You...you want to kill me!"
After that, the two quickly got to the "main event." Niu Naifu lay on his back on the bed. The alcohol had made it hard for him to open his eyes, but his lust was still rising and churning intensely. Tian Hui put a condom on him, and with her back to him, she held his penis but didn't immediately mount him. Instead, she used the glans to stroke her vulva, rubbing it against her clitoris and labia.
A tingling sensation made Niu Naifu groan. Only when his lower body couldn't resist throbbing and began searching for the opening did she align the head of his penis with the entrance, gently rotating it a few times in the already overflowing lustful fluids, before suddenly sitting down. Both of them almost simultaneously let out an "Oh!"...
"Ah...ah...your is so big, it's...it's all the way in..."
Tian Hui was the most passionate woman Niu Naifu had ever encountered in lovemaking. Her riding posture was fast and powerful, almost leaping, one hand constantly rubbing his scrotum or playing with her own clitoris. Several times, due to the excessive movements, his penis would spring out, and she would quickly grab it and push it back in.
The Simmons mattress creaked rapidly, like a small boat about to fall apart in a storm.
The intense stimulation of his glans sent waves of pleasure crashing against Niu Naifu's nerves like a boat in a storm, completely unleashing his frenzy. He cried out loudly and thrust desperately within her straddling position…
She then leaned down, embracing his legs and pushing her hips back forcefully. Somehow, Niu Naifu's hand slipped into the crevice between her buttocks. He felt the sticky, slippery fluid from her genitals, but he couldn't think of anything else.
Tian Hui understood his intention perfectly. She sat up, turned to face Niu Naifu, smeared some saliva on her anus and the condom, and slowly, slowly, guided his penis in, a little more, a little more. When the glans was tightly enveloped by a ring of muscles, she paused for a moment before slowly lowering herself down again. In his
hazy state, Niu Naifu seemed to see a different color on Tian Hui's hand as she smeared saliva—it looked like red.
At this moment, most of his penis was already inside her anus and began to slowly move in and out. The feeling of being tightly swallowed made Niu Naifu, who rarely engaged in anal sex at the time, instantly forget about the red marks. The stroking gradually quickened, and the pleasure seemed to intensify. Suddenly, Niu Naifu thrust upwards, and Tian Hui screamed and fell onto him. Niu Naifu held her and began to thrust wildly, occasionally raising his head to suck and bite her two large nipples, making her scream loudly...
"Ah...slower...it hurts...it hurts...no...slower...slower..."
Tian Hui pressed her lower body down hard, her legs clamping tightly together, trying to slow Niu Naifu's thrusts, but he didn't slow down. She clung tightly to his neck, her head rubbing against his neck as if in great pain. But gradually, their lower bodies entered the same rhythm, and her anus was no longer as tight and difficult as before. Tian Hui moved in sync with Niu Naifu's thrusts...
the alcohol stubbornly held back his ejaculation. Niu Naifu remembered that they had rested for a while, and he seemed to have drunk some tea and smoked a cigarette, but the scene of Tian Hui putting on the only second condom in the room for him was certain. She pulled the blanket up, even though they were both drenched in sweat, and then lay on top of him, letting his penis enter her vagina again. With moans and groans, in a passionate writhing and rubbing, they both reached the peak of desire.
Niu Naifu felt that the vaginal fluid was even stickier, but the fatigue after the orgasm and the exhaustion from fighting off the alcohol made him fall asleep quickly...
The next day, Niu Naifu was woken up by Xiao Qi's phone call. They had been partying all night at a karaoke bar, and Xiao Qi wanted to come up to rest. Tian Hui was no longer in the room. Niu Naifu threw back the covers to get up and wash, intending to give the room to Xiao Qi, but the scene on the bed left him speechless. There
was a pool of blood in the middle of the sheets, along with some yellow stains, and the blankets were also stained with blood. A bath towel lying on the floor was also stained. He looked at himself in astonishment; there were signs of wiping, but the bloodstains from his genitals were still visible, all dried, and there seemed to be a faint fishy smell in the air.
Niu Naifu felt nauseous, quickly pulled the blanket up, stuffed the towel on the floor into the trash can, and rushed into the bathroom, cursing under his breath as he vigorously washed and wiped himself. When they arrived at the karaoke room, only Xiao Wu and Xiao Qi remained. Niu Naifu gave the room key to Xiao Qi, smiled strangely, said nothing, and then went downstairs with Xiao Wu to take taxis home.
Just a moment later, Xiao Qi called: "Old... Old Niu, you two are too slutty, too vulgar, too disgusting! You even ran a red light! How am I supposed to sleep?!"
"Haha, brother, this is what you call awesome! I paid the room deposit at the front desk, enough for you to stay for a few days, haha..."
At that time, Niu Naifu was no different from Xiao Qi and the others...
"Brother Niu, what's wrong with Xiao Wu? The day before yesterday, I asked him why he didn't call you, and he stammered that he couldn't contact you. I felt something was wrong then."
Xiao Qi was the most loyal to Niu Naifu among these people. He was willing to turn against other brothers for Niu Naifu.
"You guys aren't doing this because of that woman, are you?"
"Damn, I haven't seen that woman in almost seven or eight years. I've lost her phone number, and I can barely remember what she looks like!"
Ever since that disgusting experience, Niu Naifu had kept his distance from Tian Hui. Although they had drunk together a few more times afterward, he never touched her again, not even a finger.
As the number of gatherings among his brothers decreased, he quickly lost contact with Tian Hui. If it weren't for Xiao Qi bringing it up again, he would have almost forgotten that there was a woman named Tian Hui in his past.
"That son of a bitch Xiao Wu has money to drink, chase women, and go to karaoke, but no money to pay off his debts!"
Actually, Xiao Wu's karaoke bar venture didn't last long before it became unsustainable. He then tried several other businesses, but all ended in losses. Three years ago, he borrowed 50,000 yuan from Niu Naifu, saying he wanted to start an office supplies business, promising to pay it back in a year. Niu Naifu never pressed him for it. After the year was up, he said he had to extend the payment for two more months because of some outstanding payments. Niu Naifu didn't think much of it.
But unexpectedly, he vanished without a trace, never contacting Niu Naifu again. He assumed Xiao Wu had repeated his mistake and gone into hiding to avoid debts, thinking he'd just consider it a donation to charity. But after hearing what Xiao Qi and the others said today, Niu Naifu felt angry, a bit like he'd been played.
When Niu Naifu told them about Xiao Wu borrowing money, the brothers were all incredulous. Xiao Qi was the first to jump out: "That son of a bitch, he even tricked Brother Niu! I see his business is doing quite well now, he even has a storefront!"
The other brothers also chimed in with their criticisms of Xiao Wu.
"Hehe, forget it, we're all brothers, consider it my treat since he's treating you to drinks and karaoke!"
With only a few cappuccino bubbles left in his glass, Niu Naifu smiled and ordered the waiter another pot of fine oolong tea, acting as if he could get back what he'd spent. But to Xiao Qi and the others, his words made them feel like they were Xiao Wu's accomplices.
"No way! That son of a bitch, that Xiao Wu, if he doesn't treat Brother Niu like a brother, he doesn't treat us like brothers anymore, I'm going to find him!"
Xiao Qi's temper was not only expressed in words, but also in deeds.
"Brother Niu, don't worry about this. I'll definitely help you get your money back!"
The others echoed Xiao Qi, saying that they couldn't let Xiao Wu trick them like this. He was ruthless, so there was no need to be loyal to him. They would rather have fun together after getting their money back.
Niu Naifu continued his calm and unhurried persuasion, but Xiao Qi only got more excited, as if Xiao Wu owed him money. He picked up the phone to call his underlings, but Niu Naifu grabbed his hand, still smiling, and said, "Don't be impulsive. I don't care how you ask for the money, but don't embarrass me, and don't cause any big trouble!"
The atmosphere finally returned to a "brotherly" one. Xiao Qi gulped down a cup of oolong tea and said to Niu Naifu with a smile, "Brother Niu, don't worry, this is what I do! But to be honest, I was really impressed by you and Tian Hui last time. I never thought you'd enjoy that kind of thing, haha..."
"Get the hell out of here! I only got what I wanted from you!"
Niu Naifu retorted lewdly amidst the teasing laughter of the crowd. "You think I like running red lights? That time the light was green when I started, who would have thought it would turn red halfway through? And I was pretty drunk that time, hehehe..."
"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Niu, I've said it countless times, I've never even touched Tian Hui's cunt!"
Xiao Qi blushed, and everyone burst into laughter again. Lao Liu patted his shoulder, choking on his tea and coughing...
Regarding the 50,000 yuan loan, Xiao Qi quickly settled it on the third day. Five bundles of 100-yuan bills, not a penny less. Niu Naifu wanted to give him 10,000 yuan as a service fee, but he resolutely refused. That night, except for Xiao Wu and another brother who often traveled out of town for business, Niu Naifu invited all the other members of the "Ten Brothers," treating them to Moutai, abalone sauce shark fin, and a karaoke bar. At the karaoke bar, he generously arranged a hostess for each brother...

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