Talented woman dedicates herself

People often say I'm handsome, with a certain charm reminiscent of a heartthrob in a Korean drama. While I'm pleased to hear this, I don't really care. As a man married for three years and just over 30, I'm indifferent to these superficial comments. A man's good looks don't seem to have the same tangible appeal as a woman's beauty, though this is generally true, there are exceptions.

Part of my job involves producing company promotional materials. As a fairly large manufacturing company, we don't have a huge demand for printed materials, but we still need to. Our previous design company had internal conflicts that even delayed one of our projects, and their performance was poor afterward, so we switched to a new design firm.

This new company was also recently established; they had approached several other companies, but weren't very satisfied. In Xi'an, it's almost impossible to get good design without spending a lot of money. This company seemed to have a good track record, and importantly, their price was within our budget, so we tentatively chose them. The sales representative was a girl, and to facilitate better communication, she brought their designer, also a girl, with her when she came to the company later. This girl was quite pretty, around 26 or 27 years old, not very tall, about 1.62 meters, with a great figure. Perhaps because she works indoors all day, her skin was very fair, giving off a gentle and clean feeling, which was very comfortable. Let's call her Ying.

Ying came two or three more times during our subsequent communications. She didn't talk much, but her comprehension was quite good; she basically expressed our needs through the design. I admired her, and occasionally I had some inappropriate thoughts, but that was just a thought, haha. After several rounds of this, the design was basically finalized. I showed it to the boss, and he raised a minor, innocuous question about the wording. Of course, I listened to the boss and revised it according to his suggestions. This time, she came to check, and if there were no problems, the design company said they planned to produce the drawings for me to sign and confirm. I thought there were no problems, so I agreed.

This time, Ying came alone. She said the other girl had something to do, so she brought the final draft herself.

We have an open office, and since I didn't have their drawing software installed on my computer, I went to the computer room, which was a separate small room. The network administrator gave a few instructions and hurriedly left, so she took over the computer while I reviewed the images. For some reason, she seemed very nervous; I could clearly sense her unease, but I didn't pay much attention. We started looking at the images.

The catalog was over twenty pages long, and the computer wasn't very fast. I didn't have much else to do, so we slowly waited and looked through each page. At first, everyone was silent, but gradually her nervousness made me feel a little awkward. I tried to say a few words to ease the tension, but it didn't seem to work. Then, the computer suddenly crashed.

After restarting, it turned out to have a password. I called the network administrator for the password and then started looking at the images again. Ying seemed quite skilled with computers; she handled everything. When we started watching again, she seemed much more relaxed, and we started chatting. Somehow, we started talking about Korean dramas. I told her she had a Korean air about her, looking clean and gentle. She seemed a little shy and said I had the look of a certain Korean drama star that she liked. After saying that, she looked at me with a smile, her eyes filled with anticipation. Suddenly, I felt a surge of impulse, a feeling I should do something, but I didn't know how. The atmosphere became a little awkward.

We started looking at the pictures again. She manipulated the computer, slowly dragging and showing me the details. I pretended to have a question and gently held her hand while moving the mouse. She moved slightly but didn't pull away. Her hand was warm and smooth. I could sense she was a little nervous, but she tried hard to appear calm—very cute.

Actually, I felt the same way, haha. Just as I was about to take further action, the annoying network administrator came in, yelling, "Why aren't you done yet?" So we had to quickly return to our original purpose. Having already reviewed the images multiple times, without any deliberate dawdling, the review was quickly completed, and of course, there were no problems. When Ying left, we exchanged business cards and QQ numbers. I wondered if this was truly the end.

The brochure project proceeded as planned, but Ying never came to the company again. However, we had quickly become familiar online. I understood why she had such feelings for me—a common pattern: I resembled her first love from university. They had a three-year, tumultuous relationship, practically a couple after graduation, except for legal formalities. However, due to the man's family's opposition and his sending him abroad, they had to break up. She then suffered for two years until someone introduced her to a boyfriend last year. That was her romantic history.

Currently, this man is quite well-off, working as a technician at a large telecommunications company, and treats her very well. From a marriage perspective, he's a good marriage prospect, and everyone is happy for her. However, she knows this isn't the life she truly wants. Various factors have led to this ongoing relationship. Both sets of parents are satisfied, and the man has repeatedly mentioned marriage, but she keeps hesitating and undecided, unsure of what to do herself.

After we got to know each other better, we talked about some more adult topics. She was a bit shy, but she didn't seem to mind. Sometimes she would ask some open questions, haha. When I asked her if she would like to meet, she avoided answering, seemingly aware of the consequences of meeting alone, haha. Later, this question kept coming up in our conversations, and finally she told me that her boyfriend picked her up from work every day, so she didn't have time. I asked her if she could come out during work hours, and she said she wasn't sure but probably could. I was secretly delighted, wondering when I would have a chance to meet, haha.

One afternoon, I had an external training session, and I asked her online if she could come out that afternoon. She said she had a design project on hand and wasn't sure. I told her to hurry up and definitely come out that afternoon. She seemed hesitant for a moment, but then she obediently agreed. I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, haha.

Not long after the training started, I slipped away and called her. She asked me for my location and said she would be there soon. After waiting for about 20 minutes, she arrived. She still had that clean and gentle feeling, but she was much prettier than when I had seen her before.

She was wearing a short, smoky gray silk dress, the material soft and light, paired with black stiletto sandals that made her feet and legs appear long and slender, giving her an elegant yet vibrant look. She smiled and asked what I wanted. I said, "To get a room, of course." She blushed slightly and lowered her head in silent agreement. I was overjoyed; I hadn't expected her to agree so quickly!

After checking into a nearby room, as we entered, I abruptly turned and pinned her against the door, then kissed her. She offered only slight resistance before letting me roam freely over her body. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts not large but firm. As I caressed and enjoyed her alluring body, my penis was already hard and pressing against her. She gently embraced me, her eyes slightly closed, letting me do as I pleased, letting out soft moans as I played with her nipples.

I could no longer control the desire within me. I squeezed her body harder, as if wanting to devour her, then eagerly pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, wanting to have my way with her. She didn't react, her eyes still closed, but her face was completely red. Suddenly, she said, "Clothes."

Perhaps she was afraid of wrinkling them. I quickly stripped off her clothes and a set of light pink lingerie, then hurriedly took off my own clothes and pounced on her again. She turned her head to the side, still with her eyes closed, silently acquiescing to my actions. A fair and alluring body lay beneath me, at my mercy. I parted her white legs and touched her genitals; they were already very wet. I grabbed my already erect penis, rubbed it against the outside to wet it, and then thrust in without hesitation. It was very forceful, penetrating deeply. A feeling of tight envelopment quickly spread throughout my body. She moaned and spread her legs even wider.

I thrust in desperately, wanting to pierce her, then lay on top of her, holding her shoulders tightly so that my erect penis remained deep inside her, quietly enjoying this beautiful moment. My penis seemed to be throbbing with desire, almost ready to ejaculate. I quickly calmed myself down and began to thrust wildly inside her. After dozens of thrusts, her body slowly began to respond. She gripped my back, trying to spread her legs and raise her vulva to meet my rhythm, and I thrust even harder. Slowly, her whole body became hot, and she let out muffled moans, seemingly trying desperately to control herself from making a sound. I held her body tightly, thrusting wildly without any mercy, waves of pleasure rising within me, my face burning, feeling my facial muscles contort.

After a period of frenzied thrusting, she seemed to enter a state of frenzy, clinging tightly to me, her genitals pounding upwards desperately, her body contorted, her vagina contracting and trembling uncontrollably, her face flushed, and loud, unconscious moans escaping her throat. I gripped her body tightly, making a final, frenzied sprint, finally reaching my limit. My swollen penis began to convulse, and uncontrolled semen surged and poured into her body. Waves of intense pleasure washed over me like a bursting flood, bringing me to multiple orgasms...

After cleaning up, we lay back on the bed. She nestled shyly in my arms, looking at me lovingly and caressing my body. Having just finished intense activity, I needed to rest before starting the next round, so we chatted while I caressed her. I asked her if she was satisfied with my performance, and she said it was alright. I asked her how long it had been since she last did it, and she said a long time. I asked her how many men she had slept with, and she playfully hit me a few times and ignored me.

I pulled her small hand to my penis, asking her to tease it so I could regain my erection quickly. She seemed a bit awkward. I asked her what positions she liked with her ex-boyfriend, and she said she wouldn't tell me, haha.

After chatting and laughing for a while, I felt my penis regain its energy, so I pulled her off the bed and straddled her again. She pretended to exaggerate and said she wanted more, but she cooperated with my intentions. Because I was so excited earlier, the whole process was done on top, so this time I tried more variations. Plus, I had just ejaculated and my body wasn't as aroused. I first fucked her in her mouth, then I put her legs on my shoulders and fucked her, then I had her kneel on the bed and fucked her from behind, then I had her on top and fucked her. She cooperated with all of these. Finally, I had her stand on the edge of the bed, kneeling on one knee, and fucked her again, then ejaculated inside her once more. She also reached orgasm this time, but it wasn't as exciting or stimulating as the last time. She was very accommodating and let me do whatever I wanted. As I ejaculated, her body tried to keep up with my rhythm.

After we finished, she was about to leave. I wanted to do it again, so I tried to keep her. I said I wanted to hold her and sleep for a little while, just a short while, because her body had tempted me to the point of exhaustion, and she wanted to comfort me. She said it was my own fault but agreed to stay with me for another half hour. I fell asleep in her arms, stroking her nipple with one hand. She opened my hand and told me to sleep. I thought I needed to recover my energy, so I fell asleep peacefully. She turned on the TV. Actually, I woke up after only a short while, but my penis still felt listless, so I pretended to be asleep. But she noticed and said, "If you're done sleeping, get up and stop pretending."

I straddled her, kissed her lips, stroked her breasts with both hands, and spread her legs, but my penis was still limp and wouldn't get hard. She chuckled and said, "Okay, I'm leaving." I asked her to use her mouth to help me get it back to its normal state, but she refused. So I took her hand and started stroking it, but it still wouldn't get hard after a while. She said, "Okay, I've tried my best, don't blame me." I had no choice but to let her get up.

She went to wash up, came out barefoot, and started getting dressed. First, she put on her bra, then her panties, then her skirt, and stood there admiring herself in the mirror. She had a great figure, and I couldn't resist jumping off the bed naked and pressing myself against her from behind, using my shrunken penis to press her buttocks tightly against the cabinet in front of the mirror. She smiled at me but ignored me, continuing to get ready.

I unhooked her bra and pulled it up, so I could caress her breasts through her clothes. Through the silky fabric, her buttocks and breasts looked elastic and soft. I kept teasing her nipples, pressing my lower body tightly against her buttocks, enjoying this sweet moment and building up my energy.

After she finished dressing, she asked me to let go of her so she could put on her shoes. I released her breasts but held her waist tightly, keeping my penis pressed firmly against her buttocks. She said how could she put on her shoes like this? I told her to figure it out herself. She had no choice but to lead me to her shoes. We moved like conjoined twins. Then she bent down to get her shoes and struggled to put them on. The way she bent over and crossed her legs stimulated my penis, which was pressed against her buttocks, giving me a sudden and intense sexual stimulation. My penis instantly became aroused! This feeling was even stronger when she put on the other shoe.

Just as she finished putting on her shoes and stood up straight, about to speak to me, I suddenly pulled her to the table in front of the mirror, lifted her skirt, and quickly pulled down her panties from behind. She asked, "What are you doing?" I ignored her and answered her with my actions by spreading her legs from behind. I bent her upper body and made her lie face down on the table, then used my already erect penis to press against her clitoris from behind. Her clitoris was a little dry, making it difficult to penetrate, so I rubbed against it, my hands roaming over her buttocks, breasts, and body.

She exaggeratedly said, "You can still do this?" Then she reminded me to watch her clothes and lay there waiting. I lifted her clothes higher, exposing her entire buttocks and back, which were fair and tender, a pleasing sight. At this point, I could reach under and play with her nipples. Soon her vulva was wet, and my penis slid in smoothly, beginning to thrust. This height was more comfortable than when we were doing it from behind in bed, and I could play with her buttocks and breasts. I could also clearly see her expression in the mirror, which was very stimulating. Her eyes darted around in the mirror, and when she saw me looking at her, she turned her face away. Looking at her face during sex was more stimulating. I turned her face away again, and she didn't turn away again but lowered her gaze, no longer looking at me. Doing it from behind felt more pleasurable because of the deeper penetration. Since we had already done it twice, this time I thrust slowly and deliberately, enjoying the wonderful process. As I thrust, I felt her react; her face turned red, and her breathing became heavy.

My climax was still far off, but I increased the frequency of my thrusts. She slowly reached orgasm, her body heating up, her throat beginning to moan, and she whispered "harder" before burying her head. I smiled and increased the speed again. Her moans intensified, her body flushed, and her genitals began to tremble. I exerted even more force to satisfy her needs, the sound of my lower abdomen slapping against her buttocks becoming rapid and loud. Slowly, her orgasm subsided, but I still felt nothing. She began to cooperate quietly. I had her stand on a low stool beside me with one leg, so her genitals were completely exposed, allowing me more freedom to fuck her from behind.

I asked her to say something vulgar to increase the stimulation, but she said she couldn't. I asked her to say in her dialect, "Brother, fuck me, fuck me hard," but she refused. That's when my climax came. I held her tightly and fucked her hard from behind. She probably realized I was about to ejaculate and obediently cooperated. Soon, my semen gushed out, all of it inside her. After I ejaculated, I was so exhausted that I collapsed onto her back. She told me to lie there for a moment, then moved her hips to pull my penis out. She then got up, playfully pushed me away, and went to the bathroom.

When she came out again, I was already in bed. She started getting ready, and after tidying herself up, she made a face at me and asked if I wanted to do it again. I smiled and said, "If you want, I'll do it to the death." She said, "No way," smiled, said goodbye, and left. I slept for a while to recover my energy and then left too.

The next day, I asked her on QQ how she felt. She said she was fine. I asked her when we'd do it next time, and she said we'd talk about it when I recovered. I said, "Even dying under a peony flower is romantic, I can handle it." She said I should take care of myself and not let my wife find out. I chuckled.

I met her once more after that. Later, she told me she was planning to get married, but the engineer she was with didn't want to see her anymore. I congratulated her, but I felt a deep sense of loss. After that, I couldn't find her online anymore; she didn't reply to my messages, and after a while, she was no longer on my friends list. I think she probably has new plans. I silently wished her happiness, and that was the end of it.

(Talented woman)

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/62170.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=62170&aspx=1

Previous Page : Birthday Sex Feast

Next Page : Real experiences of getting a sex partner

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Talented woman dedicates herself

comment Open a new window to view comments