[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Soon-to-be Couples (Complete) - 15

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"Xiao Jing, look over there...yes...click...raise your head a little higher...okay...click..."
I smiled as I watched Jing, heavily made up and wearing a form-fitting white floral cheongsam, posing seductively under the photographer's direction, flaunting her charming sweet smile. Her almond-shaped eyes, accentuated by eyeshadow and long eyelashes, appeared even more alluring. Her proud breasts bulged at the front of the dress, revealing that the fabric underneath wasn't padding, but rather the true contours of her flesh.
Suddenly, I recalled last weekend, when, under Qiang Ge's guidance, I used a red ribbon to tie her completely naked hands behind her back to her waist, the narrow red silk digging into her snow-white flesh...
"Hmm, beautiful...click...come on, look into the distance...pose your hands nicely...okay, don't move...
click..."
Jing's cheongsam was trimmed with red, and the slit went above her knees, revealing glimpses of her pink inner thighs with each movement.
A lit candle tilted in my hand, its flickering flame dripping red wax onto Jing's most delicate and sensitive areas, causing her to tremble and gasp. Suddenly, a drop of wax landed squarely on her nipple, the hot wax instantly enveloping the sensitive tip, accompanied by a high-pitched cry from Jing, filled with both pain and stimulation.
"Come on, look at your husband... smile more, imagine he gave you a big diamond ring... yes, yes... click..."
Jing smiled radiantly, her rosy lips revealing her white teeth. Blindfolded with a tie, she was humiliated like a female dog, enduring my thrusts from behind, her full, soft breasts swaying like water-filled sacks.
I bent over, supporting myself with one hand, while the other wantonly kneaded her breasts. The solidified wax on her right nipple was still hard, the novel sensation giving me a stimulation unlike anything I'd experienced before, making me thrust even harder.
Jing buried her head halfway in the pillow, being guided by Qiang Ge, who was muttering to himself, "Grandpa, fuck me!"
"Come on, husband, get on!"
I was startled, realizing the photographer was calling me. I was startled to find my lower body bulging. I hunched over slightly and walked over, praying no one noticed.
"Come on, Jing, hook your arm around your husband…look this way…"
Jing hooked her arm around mine, pulling it to her chest, the soft, alluring touch of her elbow sending shivers down my spine.
"The two face each other, the husband looking down like he's about to kiss his wife…Jing, close your eyes, hold on tighter…"
Oh no, so close, she must have noticed my bulge! Sure enough, I saw her expression shift; she kept her eyes closed but gave me a suggestive smile, and lightly pinched my hand. The photographer, however, didn't notice this, continuing to direct us to pose.
…
Finally, we finished shooting this scene, and the group packed up and headed to the next shooting location. Upon arriving at the entrance of Century Park, the photographer and his assistant pulled up the curtains on both sides of the car windows, used a reflector to cover the front window, and then got out of the car to let us change clothes. I noticed there were still a few gaps in the corner of the glass, and people were occasionally walking by outside. Jing, however, had already gathered her long hair and lifted it up as she leaned closer: "Honey, help me zip up."
Jing's neck was fair and delicate, and a few strands of her hair exuded a charming fragrance. I, however, nervously peered out of the car through the gaps. For some reason, I was unusually afraid that someone was spying on Jing. Perhaps she was just too beautiful today, and I didn't want to share her with anyone else.
With some effort, I slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing Jing's flawless, smooth back and a white bra back clasp. Further down, her back dipped slightly, her waist tapering inwards before widening again near her hips—a truly captivating figure…
Jing emerged from her clothes like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, her white flesh dazzlingly beautiful. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her breasts, but she giggled and slapped my hand away: "Stop it, I'm waiting outside!" I sheepishly withdrew my hand, muttering something under my breath.
She was to change into a red evening gown, the zipper of which was particularly difficult to zip up; I was afraid I'd tear it. In the cramped space of the back seat, it took us a while to finally help her put it on.
The moment she turned around, I was stunned. The red dress made her exposed skin appear even whiter, and combined with her deliberate dressing up, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. Secondly, the front of this dress... it was so low-cut! Jing's two alluring breasts were squeezed so tightly that the areolas were practically spilling out.
Seeing my burning gaze, Jing looked down and muttered to herself, "Why is it so revealing? I didn't notice it when I tried it on yesterday..." But by then, she was already in a bind. With my coaxing and urging, she could only tuck her two high, alluring mounds further into the dress, grit her teeth, and get out of the car.
In the few seconds it took Jing to bend down and crawl out of the car, I clearly saw our driver squinting at her from a few steps away. I could easily guess what he was looking at.
Jing, suddenly flustered by the focus of several pairs of eyes, seemed to want to raise her arm to cover herself, but then awkwardly held back, simply lifting the hem of her skirt and walking with her head down into the park. I quickly followed.
The photographer, probably a frequent shopper here, led us directly to a lawn. Tourists passing by stared at us curiously, the men's expressions somewhat ambiguous, bordering on lewd. Actually, I quite enjoy looking at brides, especially since brides as beautiful as Jing are rare.
The makeup artist carried a folding stool, and once we arrived, he let Jing sit down and took out some tools to redo her hair. Seeing him standing behind Jing, and standing there, I thought, from his angle, wouldn't he see everything about Jing's chest? Yet, I couldn't stand there myself to see for myself, feeling both anxious and excited. Jing, however, was completely oblivious, holding a small mirror and admiring her face from left to right. It wasn't
until the photoshoot started that I had a chance to stand beside Jing and look down at her chest. Goodness, she never showed this much even in a bikini. Between two pink, jade-like hemispheres was a deep cleavage; if it weren't for her full breasts filling out the front of her dress, her nipples would have been completely visible. I couldn't help but steal a few more glances, yet I was afraid of being noticed by the people in front of me—it was an unbearable feeling. Normally, I could look and touch whenever I wanted, but nothing felt as thrilling as this furtive act.
After a long silence, I finally couldn't resist whispering in Jing's ear, "Beautiful lady, your breasts are so pretty!" Jing smiled, glanced at me, and then turned to the camera, striking a pose.
After a few shots, I, as a supporting character, was granted a break.
"Come on, Jing, sit on the grass… Xiao Wang, help her straighten her skirt so it's all rounded out… Come on, bend over and rest your chin on your elbow…"
Jing struck a playful pose, her ample bosom generously displayed as she leaned forward. I couldn't help but fantasize about Jing being completely naked right now, posing like this for the photographer…
"Wow! This bride is beautiful!" I turned around and saw a middle-aged couple standing there watching. The woman peeked in, then turned back to see her husband staring intently at Jing, and urged them to leave.
"Take a break." At the photographer's command, Jing's sweet, radiant smile vanished instantly, making me chuckle. Women, they just know how to please the camera.
"Xiao Wang, go buy two bottles of mineral water over there!" The photographer seemed thirsty. The assistant agreed and headed towards a kiosk somewhere.
"Honey, my back hurts so much, let me lean on you," Jing said sweetly.
I sat down on the grass next to her so she could lean on me, and we started chatting with the photographer. When he started talking about his wedding photography work, he became incredibly talkative. Mentioning some interesting cases, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he stammered, "Actually, the most outrageous couple I've ever photographed was a pair I photographed nude."
I immediately became interested, and Jing's eyes widened. "Really?"
Although the photographer was gesturing wildly to his assistant, he was actually only about twenty-six or twenty-seven. Seeing Jing's surprise, he said with some pride, "Yes! It was that girl who suggested it, saying she wanted to preserve beautiful memories of her youth."
I couldn't help but ask, "How will it be shot?"
"It'll definitely have to be in a studio! We can't shoot outdoors."
"What was that girl wearing?" Jing couldn't resist her curiosity and asked somewhat shyly.
I chuckled inwardly, and sure enough, he smiled and said, "The human body, of course, means nothing!"
Jing exclaimed in surprise, "That's so embarrassing!"
The photographer's expression seemed to be savoring the moment, and he smiled and said, "That girl is quite bold. At first, she was a little reserved in her movements and expressions, so I gave her a prop to cover her private parts. After shooting for a while, she relaxed and didn't need the prop anymore."
I really wanted to ask if her boyfriend was watching, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I thought to myself that since he allowed his girlfriend to do this, he was probably one of us.
"Is that girl in good shape?" Jing asked.
"Pretty good, but I can't compare to..." The photographer was speaking happily when he suddenly opened his mouth wide, looking a little embarrassed. Then he smiled and said, "Compare to the models." He seemed to breathe a sigh of
relief after saying that, and secretly glanced at me. Seeing his expression, I realized he probably meant to say I couldn't compare to Jing, but realized it was inappropriate at the last minute. Luckily, he reacted quickly and changed his mind at the last moment. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief for him, but smiled and pretended not to notice.
Jing was about to ask a few more questions when the assistant returned with water, so she stopped talking and changed the subject.
...
The long day finally ended. I lay on the bed, sprawled out, feeling sore all over and not wanting to move at all. The sound of slippers rang out, and Jing, wearing a bathrobe, stood in the doorway, drying her hair with a large white towel, looking at me and laughing.
"I can't move," I said lazily, exaggeratingly.
"Oh, really?" Jing blinked. "I was going to reward you, but you're tired, so never mind..."
Before she could finish, I jumped off the bed and hugged her tightly, leering, "How will you reward me?" Without waiting for an answer, I quickly ripped open the sash of her bathrobe, revealing her shapely and sexy body to me.
"Ouch! My hair is still wet..." Before Jing could finish her sentence, I had her nipple in my mouth, causing her to swallow the rest of her words and let out a soft moan.
Ignoring everything else, I devoured her breasts with relish, my right hand slipping between her legs. Feeling her legs part slightly, I chuckled, teasing her delicate, sensitive spots. A moment later, I paused, still sucking on her nipple, and mumbled, "It's not just your hair that's wet."
Jing chuckled, hooking her arms around my neck, "You pervert, even taking pictures today will make you hard..."
"Who told you to be so alluring today!" I straightened up, placing one of her legs on the edge of the bed, rubbing my hard penis against her soft flesh.
"Mmm..." Jing moaned softly as my glans rubbed against her, seemingly struggling, "Am I...pretty today?"
"Absolutely gorgeous!" I said sincerely, "Dressed so sexy, it's irresistible." As I spoke, I felt a hollow beneath my skin, so I bent my leg and thrust in, slowly entering her tight, warm embrace.
"Ah..." Jing let out a long moan, clinging tightly to me.
"That was fucking awesome! I got to sleep with such a beautiful woman." I teased Jing with vulgar words, but a genuine sense of satisfaction welled up inside me. What do men want? Isn't it beauty, money, and power? At my age, beauty is definitely number one.
"Am I good-looking?" Jing asked knowingly, her cheek pressed against my neck as she received my tender caresses.
"Of course," I suddenly remembered the photographer's embarrassment today and added with a smile, "That photographer wanted to use you as a comparison."
"Compare what?"
"The girl who asked her to take nude photos, to compare their figures." I pinned Jing against the wall, looking into her eyes as I fucked her.
"Oh..." Jing gasped, "He didn't... how did he know?"
"You wore such a low-cut skirt today, everyone knows you have big breasts." I laughed as I kneaded her breasts, whispering in her ear and licking her earlobe twice.
"That's for the photos!" Jing whispered shyly.
“It’s okay, I like you wearing revealing clothes.” I seized the opportunity to solidify my training of Jing, and my lower body immediately intensified. “…Does it feel good?”
“It feels good…husband, do I make you feel good?” Jing asked with her eyes closed, full of happiness.
“Of course…”
Jing’s body grew hotter and hotter, and she suddenly said, “husband, if I also go and take…nude photos,
do you think…it will look good?”
“Oh…” I didn’t expect Jing to say this on her own initiative. I didn’t know if she had temporarily lost control of her rationality in the torrent of desire, or if she was saying something she knew would excite me. I replied, “It will definitely be extremely beautiful!”
Jing’s expression was somewhat intoxicated. “Do you want to see it?”
“Yes…yes!” I replied excitedly, my lower body already hard to the point of being unimaginable.
“Oh…so hard!” Jing instantly sensed even the slightest change in me. “Will you…let me take the photos?”
“Is the photographer male or female?” I asked carefully, trying to figure out what she meant.
“I don’t know…what if it’s a man?” Jing’s small waist worked hard to match my rhythm, and her body moved towards me perfectly with each thrust.
“I have to watch from the side, otherwise I won’t feel at ease.” I thought Jing would definitely ask me to come with her.
“If you watch, I’ll be nervous.” Jing said unexpectedly.
I was stunned: “Then what should we do?”
“I’ll take the photos and then bring them back to show you…”
In my mind, I pictured Jing naked, suppressing her unease in front of the photographer, striking various alluring poses according to his instructions. Every captivating curve of her body, every inch of her smooth and delicate skin, fell into his eyes along with her beauty, and was completely recorded by the camera…
“…Okay, let’s find a reliable person to take the photos, we can’t let anyone keep a copy…” I said, my movements becoming heavier and heavier, panting.
“Thank you! Husband… I also want to keep… beautiful memories.” Jing moaned, saying intermittently, “So that you can always see me at my best…”
A sweet warmth welled up from the depths of my heart, and I hugged her tightly and said, “I love you!”

(Thirty-five)

Another seven days slipped away in the tedious busyness, finally embellished by an office affair, so it wouldn’t be too bland. Last night, Jing shyly told me that she had arranged to take nude photos today, but she wouldn't reveal any details.
I tickled her until she laughed so hard she couldn't breathe and begged for mercy, but she remained tight-lipped, only saying that it was through an acquaintance's recommendation and that she would get the memory card back immediately after the shoot. Although I was a little uneasy, seeing her confident demeanor, curiosity finally overcame my caution.
A strange, warm, and wet sensation washed over me, and it took me a while to realize that the feeling was coming from my lower body. I forced my sleepy eyes open, and there she was, busy on my lower body. Her long, loose hair covered her face and movements, but from the up-and-down movement of her head and the waves of tingling, teasing sucking, I instantly realized what she was doing.
Jing sensed my startle awake, lifted her bangs, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she grinned at me, still holding my penis in her mouth. She quickly lowered her head again and began licking it diligently. Watching her so engrossed, I couldn't tell if she was serving me or satisfying herself.
I closed my eyes, enjoying a hazy, euphoric sensation, and mumbled, "Come on, get fucked..."
Jing chuckled, let out a soft moan, and seemed to sway her head from side to side before spitting out my penis, saying, "I'm done playing, I'm going to take pictures." She got up, singing, and went into the bathroom.
I was still groggy and didn't have the energy to argue with her. I gradually drifted back to sleep until I felt her kiss my cheek and heard her whisper in my ear, "Good girl, I'll be back this afternoon." I hummed in agreement, and then heard her leave.
Her departure made me think about what was about to happen, and my mind began to race, making it impossible for me to fall asleep again. I got up to wash up, my mind wandering to images of Jing's naked body, posing seductively for the photographer. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became, my lower body bulging against my pants, feeling an overwhelming urge to release.
On a whim, I logged onto QQ, but no one I knew was there. I searched for a few erotic articles, but none of them resonated with me. Just as I was wondering if Jing should be finished with her makeup and ready to shoot, my QQ beeped twice. It was a message from Brother Qiang: "Brother, unusually early on the weekend?"
I perked up and replied, "Yeah, my wife's out, I can't sleep alone."
"Going to take photos?"
I asked, surprised. "How did you know?"
"Haha, I introduced you."
I suddenly realized, a hint of jealousy creeping into my eyes.
"No wonder."
"They've probably already started filming."
"Is the photographer reliable?"
"Don't worry, he's someone I know. You have to show me when it's done."
The thought of sharing Jing's beauty with him filled me with excitement: "No problem, but I'll have to get my face edited."
"Hehe, I understand, I'm really looking forward to it. Your wife is so beautiful, the photos will definitely turn out amazing."
A vain joy welled up inside me: "I hope so!"
"Any progress in your training lately?" he changed the subject.
"Probably. Lately, when we're having sex, she's been very cooperative when I ask her to talk about selling herself." I boldly described my intimate moments with Jing, my heart pounding slightly, a mix of tension and excitement.
"Great. I have a friend who owns a karaoke bar. If you'd like, you could have your wife do a cameo role, give her a taste."
My blood was boiling, I typed a few words and then deleted them, unsure what to say.
"What, you're reluctant?" he asked, pressing for a response after a long silence.
"I don't know if I'm mentally prepared. Let me think about it."
"Okay, you two need to think this through before it can happen."
I breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, I was more relaxed today, and I asked itchingly, "How was your experience in Hangzhou last time?"
"It was great." He was clearly interested when I brought it up. "Brother, your girl's image and temperament were really outstanding. Do you know what impressed me the most?"
"What?"
"That kind of shy, innocent look, like she was unwilling but helpless to be taken by me. Tsk tsk... just thinking about it gets me excited."
My heart felt like it was being fried in oil, yet I also felt incredibly excited. A burning desire made my mouth dry, even my breath felt hot: "Tell me, how comfortable was it to fuck my wife?"
"Your wife's skin is so white and smooth, her breasts are so plump and round, and her pussy is so tight, wrapping around me in circles."
Reading his description of Jing word by word, I was dizzy with excitement: "Damn, you're really fucking seductive."
"Hehe, that's true, bro, I really envy you, having a wife like that every day."
"I let you have her too."
"When are you free next time? I'll come over."
My lust was overwhelming: "I'm free today, are you available?"
"Yes, sure, I'll head to the train station now. Should I tell your wife?"
"I'll send her a text at noon, whether she's willing or not depends on your skills, at least I can show you a picture of her today."
"Great! Should I book a hotel or come to your place?"
I hesitated for a moment, fantasizing about him raping Jing on our bed, a wave of pleasure washing over me. My wicked desires gradually overcame my caution: "Come to our place, No. X, Lane X, Henan Middle Road, 1503. Call me when you get there." My hand trembled slightly as I sent the text.
I sent it to Jing, but she didn't reply until after 1 a.m.: "You bad guy! You sold me out again!"
I tried to decipher her meaning and replied: "I was a little distracted when you were taking pictures, you could have been more open."
She didn't reply to that one.
At noon, I went downstairs to a small restaurant on the corner and ate a bowl of noodles. When I got back, the time was hard to kill. Thinking about what was going to happen that night, I couldn't extinguish my lust. I wanted to watch some porn, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would ruin the good show. I browsed around online, and finally, at 3 a.m., the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw it was Brother Qiang. I opened the door and greeted him warmly, inviting him in. He smiled and handed me the things he was carrying: "I just bought a bottle of foreign liquor, I don't know if you like it."
"No need to be so polite... My slippers are here."
"Oh, okay..." He sat down on the sofa and looked around, saying, "This house is nice and quite new. Did you buy it or rent it?"
"Houses in Shanghai are so expensive, how could we afford to buy one?" I laughed, "We rented it."
Qiang took over the conversation, and the two of them chatted about house prices for a while, then suddenly fell silent, not knowing what to say.
"When is Xiao Jing coming back?" After a moment of hesitation, he changed the subject to Jing.
"I'm not sure, it should be around that time, right?" I was just about to call Jing when my phone rang. It was Jing: "Hello?"
"Honey, I'm on my way back, I'll be there in 45 minutes." Jing's sweet voice came from the phone.
"Oh, that's so far?"
"Yeah, we took these in Zhouzhuang today. We'll talk more when we get back."
"Oh, you've come all this way. Okay, Brother Qiang is here too."
Jing seemed a little guilty as she said "Oh." "Why don't you buy some takeout and we can have dinner at home?"
"Okay."
After hanging up, Brother Qiang laughed, "Is that Xiao Jing?"
"Yeah, I'll be back in about 45 minutes."
"We're free anyway, how about we grab a drink?"
"Sure."
After a few sips of the XO he brought, we both seemed to relax a bit. He suddenly asked, "By the way, I know you haven't received your wedding photos yet. Can I see some of your everyday photos?"
I readily agreed, "Sure." I walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a photo album, and handed it to him.
He opened the first page and couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, Xiao Jing's eyes were already this big when she was little."
"Yeah." I laughed too, "She seemed quite chubby when she was little, but she lost weight later."
“Girls change a lot as they grow up,” he said, flipping through the photos and occasionally offering compliments.
“Hmm, this is how old she was, she looks quite similar to now.”
I glanced at the photo beside me: “This is from middle school, probably thirteen or fourteen.”
“Oh… how old were you when you met?”
“After we started working… this photo was taken when she was a sophomore in college, isn’t she pretty?” I said, pointing to the photo he had just flipped to.
He stared at the photo for a long time before exclaiming, “Hmm, she’s really pretty, I bet a lot of boys in school were after her, right?”
I laughed and said, “Maybe, that’s what she said anyway.”
His eyes suddenly lit up: “Then you’re really lucky, you were her first boyfriend.”
“Oh… she’s had boyfriends before, but I was her first… official boyfriend.” I answered vaguely, not wanting to be too direct.
He laughed heartily, "So I'm the second one then!"
I thought to myself, no, I smiled but didn't say anything. Seeing his smug expression and Jing's still slightly immature smile in the photo album in front of him, I suddenly felt a strange stimulation. It seemed that seeing Jing's innocent side was more emotionally stirring than seeing her naked.
By this time, he had flipped to the photos of Jing after they met me, gradually showing some photos of the two of us together, as well as some photos I took of Jing. He looked at a few pictures and asked, "How long did it take you two to have sex?"
"About three months."
"Oh, not too long."
"That's a long time for me." A few lewd thoughts crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but tell him some of my private matters with Jing: "Look at this one, it's before we slept together. The one after that, she's already deflowered."
"Oh..."
He looked closely and said, "It seems the second one is more intimate, and there's a hint of allure in her eyes."
"Really? Let me see..."
"How long was the first time?"
My heart skipped a beat: "The first time I saw her in pain, I didn't dare move much.
I only had sex with her properly the next day." "And then she couldn't live without you, right?"
I chuckled: "Probably!" "
That's how women are, once they're in bed, they become attached to you."
I agreed, a thought stirring within me. I wondered if Jing, after having sex with him, probably also had some kind of instinctive attachment. Thinking that he would be at my house tonight, enjoying Yu Jing's body amidst her feigned resistance, and developing her wanton spirit, my lust burned even brighter. I blurted out, "We've been talking about you a lot since last time." Then, I suddenly felt a lack of transition between our conversation and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Oh? What did you say?" He looked up at me with interest.
My voice suddenly went hoarse, and I mumbled, "I asked her in bed if she felt good last time."
"What did she say?"
"At first she wouldn't answer, then she said it was okay, but every time I bring it up during sex, she moans louder."
Qiang smiled contentedly. "I've said before, as long as you cooperate, I'll make her more and more wanton."
He paused, his eyes becoming somewhat unfathomable. "And you, are you satisfied with the recent developments?"
"Hmm, quite satisfied..." There was a slight sense of humiliation, but with no one else around, the feeling wasn't so unbearable; instead, it was quite exciting.
"Tell me, to what extent do you hope to train Xiao Jing?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure..." I said hesitantly.
“It’s okay, I understand.” He smiled and stared into my eyes. “You want Xiaojing to become more and more seductive, to be completely subservient to you sexually, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
His gaze suddenly sharpened. “Actually, there’s more…”
My heart pounded. “What else?”
He said slowly, “Deep down, don’t you also want to experience the feeling of being humiliated sexually?”
I blushed instantly and forced a smile. “Why do you say that?”
“For example, if for a month starting today, Jing actively sleeps with countless men, but just won’t let you touch her, and you can only watch her cheat on you and hear her come back and tell you about what happened when she was with other men, wouldn’t that excite you?”
Just hearing him describe it like that made my nose bleed. After struggling for a long time, I finally nodded.

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