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seductive slut and repairman 

It was the weekend, and I was so looking forward to it! My husband didn't have to work overtime on a project, so we could finally enjoy a weekend together. I came home early from work, ready to cook some nice dishes for him. I prepared red and white wine, and also made braised fish, shredded pork with garlic sauce, dry-fried green beans, and a whole roasted chicken. Each dish smelled delicious. I was about to make a cucumber salad when I realized I was out of soy sauce. I took off my apron, revealing a white silk low-cut nightgown that was about 6 centimeters above my knees. To avoid any wardrobe malfunctions, I put on a small knitted cardigan to cover my breasts, and slipped on my new white velvet open-toe 3-centimeter rhinestone mid-heel slippers to go downstairs to the convenience store to buy soy sauce.

The convenience store wasn't far, just around the corner. As soon as I stepped downstairs, a strange man stared at me intently, as if trying to see my cleavage through my cardigan. A man sat on a bench in the residential area, staring at my delicate, white feet, painted with bright red nail polish, as I strolled slowly and gracefully in my rhinestone-studded, fuzzy sandals. One foot was on the ground, the other lifted, the instep hooked by a fuzzy strap attached to transparent PVC, revealing my fair sole, forming a perfect angle with the sandals. Following my straight thighs down to my skirt, my round buttocks were accentuated by the sheer fabric of the dress, creating a beautiful curve. With each step, my vest couldn't conceal the slight trembling of my breasts beneath the dress. My long, wavy brown hair cascaded casually over my shoulders, and my serene face glowed with a delicate, rosy hue. Those fuzzy, white sandals, once reserved for the bedroom, were now fashionable to wear outside, making me appear both languid and sexy.

"You rascal, what are you looking at! Never seen a woman before? Your eyes are practically popping out of your head! Go home!" A plump auntie angrily grabbed the ear of the middle-aged man who was sneaking glances at me and dragged him away.

I chuckled; I was used to the lecherous stares from men on the street.

"Boss, where's the soy sauce? I'd like to buy a bottle."

"Beautiful lady, you want soy sauce? I'll get it for you!" The convenience store owner was especially attentive when he saw me. Every time I bought something from him, he would personally come out from behind the counter to help me find what I needed, and he would even give me a discount. I was very grateful to him; this was probably what people meant by the privileges of beautiful women... beautiful women always have men paving the way for them wherever they go. You don't have to do anything; you just need to stand there beautifully, like a painting, and men will add color to your life.

After buying the soy sauce, I went home and was about to close the door when suddenly a large hand in work clothes gripped the door tightly, preventing me from closing it.

My heart instantly tightened. Could it be a repairman?

"Beautiful lady, you're always so pretty, running out in your pajamas, who are you trying to seduce?" A lewd old man's face gradually appeared before me as the door opened.

"What are you doing?" I held a soy sauce bottle in one hand and covered my chest with the other. "My husband's coming home today, I need to make him dinner, you'd better leave!"

"You're dressed so sexily, leaving me standing at your door, aren't you afraid of what people will say?" the repairman said. "Can't I come and mooch a meal when your husband's back?"

"Don't stand there!" I turned and went to the kitchen, and he followed.

I turned my back to him, took out the peeled cucumber, and prepared to make a cold salad.

He grabbed my waist from behind, biting my earring, his hands roaming over the smooth silk fabric of my dress, his large penis pressing against my buttocks through my thick work clothes, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.

"No, let me go!" I struggled in his arms.

"Beautiful lady, I can't resist you the moment I see you, my lower body is so swollen!"

"No, Brother Ba, my husband is coming back, please don't do this..." I pleaded, but my ears were numb from his biting, and my body twisted uncontrollably in his arms.

"Beautiful lady, just looking at your little feet made me unable to resist," he said, picking me up and making me sit on the kitchen counter. The cold marble countertop sent a chill down my spine. My two small feet, clad in low-heeled slippers, hung in the air. I had come home early today, wearing these PVC transparent slippers covered in white fuzz, and had even gone out to buy soy sauce. My feet were a little sweaty and smelly, and my beautiful feet attracted the repairman's attention.

The repairman stared at my little feet, picked them up, and licked them with his tongue. The slightly salty taste of my feet made him savor them with ecstasy. He licked every inch of my white, tender toes, between my toes, along the edges of my feet, and on the soles of my feet, which were painted with red nail polish. He quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his large, dark, and shiny penis, standing proudly before me.

The repairman pressed his penis against my sandals and the soles of my feet, holding my feet and shoes with both hands, first slowly thrusting in and out, then stroking his penis up and down. The repairman's penis felt incredibly comfortable and smooth against my tender feet, the sensation of soft leather on one side and my delicate little feet rubbing against each other, the thrusting getting faster and faster.

I could also fully experience the pleasure that the repairman's penis brought to my feet, relieving the discomfort of wearing high heels all day. The repairman gradually thrust to my heels.

He took off one of my mid-heel sandals, leaving my bare foot in an arched shape, which he grabbed and put in his mouth, sucking and biting it incessantly, in conjunction with footjob.

Suddenly, he threw away the shoe, brought his feet together, and thrust his penis into the sole of my foot, pounding it hard. The man's penis was rapidly stroking between my legs, his large penis experiencing the pleasurable sensation of footjob. Watching my white, white toes, painted with bright red nail polish, move against his penis, and seeing my seductive expression, he felt a surge of pleasure. His penis swelled like never before, and the man breathed heavily, waves of pleasure surging uncontrollably within him.

Soon, my tender vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids, and I felt waves of pleasure washing over me. The soles of my feet were being pounded raw, the fleshy walls of my soles contracting repeatedly. His penis, like a red-hot iron rod, thrust in and out of my soles, hot and hard, the glans angular, making my soles feel swollen.

"No, Brother Ba… my husband is coming back soon… please… please don't…" I said, my eyes half-open, panting softly.

Seeing my alluring appearance, truly captivating, the repairman wasn't unreasonable. He didn't want this shameful affair to be exposed so soon, but he still felt unsatisfied. His eyes darted around and he saw several peeled cucumbers on the counter.

So he lowered my legs, and I thought it was finally over. But then, the repairman grabbed a cucumber and inserted it into my tender vagina.

"Ah…" The sudden sensation of the cucumber entering my vagina made me groan.

The cool cucumber penetrating my wet vagina, the friction against my flesh, was an irresistible pleasure. I tossed my long hair, writhing my snow-white body in ecstasy. The cucumber was already soaked with my vaginal fluids, and beads of sweat appeared on my body.

Soon, the repairman noticed my vaginal muscles starting to contract, growing stronger and stronger. Even my toes, painted with red nail polish, were twitching incessantly. Knowing I was close to orgasm, he increased the speed and force of his thrusting with the cucumber. I quickly reached orgasm, each time more intense than the last. My slender waist caused my large buttocks to heave wildly up and down. This excessive stimulation became unbearable. "Ugh... ugh..." I let out stimulating moans, frantically shaking my head, the only part of my body I could move.

My vaginal opening was like a gaping mouth, even my urethra was exposed. My wet vagina, being fucked by the cucumber, felt itchy and I felt the urge to urinate. Then, my small hands tightly gripped the repairman's penis, and I turned my flushed face away. In that instant, several streams of light yellow fluid spurted from the top of my vagina, where the cucumber was inserted, forming parabolas that hit the kitchen floor tiles.

"Knock knock! Wife, open the door!" A knocking sound.

"Oh no, my husband's back!" I shuddered, jolted awake. I quickly signaled to the repairman to stop, pulled the cucumber out, and threw it in the trash can. I shouted back while straightening my clothes.

"Hurry up, honey!" came a rapid knocking at the door.

"Coming!" I gestured for the repairman to hurry up and mop up the stains on the floor.

"Aren't you going to open the door?" My husband started pounding on the door.

"Coming, coming!" I threw the mop to the repairman, straightened my hair, and rushed to open the door.

"What's going on? Why didn't you open the door for so long!" My husband complained.

I didn't have time to speak.

"Why does it smell like urine?" my husband asked again.

I was flustered and didn't know what to say.

"Your kitchen drain was a bit clogged. I just unclogged it. This is all the smell of rotting food scraps," the repairman replied calmly.

My husband saw a sturdy repairman in work clothes leaning against the kitchen sink. He put down the mop, straightened his belt, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and asked, "And this is?"

"Your water pipes and drain were broken. I just crawled under the cabinets to check and repair them! It's fixed now!" the repairman continued.

"Yes, yes, the water flow from the faucet was very weak, and there was always an odor in the kitchen. This repairman is very skilled, so I specifically asked him to come and take a look!"

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