My Fifth Single Life (Part Two)

She considerately got up and wiped away the semen and dampness from my body, then went to the bathroom to wash herself. After she came back, I also got up and showered. When we returned, we lay in bed chatting about her mindset and desires. I told her this was probably BDSM, and she said she'd never heard of it, but she liked that rough feeling.

I told her she might have the potential to be a submissive, and she smiled calmly.

I said, "Be my sex slave." She asked what a sex slave was, and I explained it to her. She said she didn't quite understand and still had reservations, so I didn't press her further.
After a while, I told her to get down and continue feeding me. She liked to play with it, fiddling with it playfully. She would occasionally look up at me and smile, making her seem like a little child.

I continued to teach her where to lick and how to suck for better pleasure. She was very engaged, and I could tell she wanted to satisfy me through her performance. I stood on the bed and made her kneel down to feed me. I held her head and thrust forcefully inside her. After a while, perhaps because I was going in too deep, she couldn't take it anymore. So she told me to lie down again and climbed on top of me, still wanting me to vigorously rub her breasts. Having learned from my previous experience, this time I deliberately increased the pressure, making her scream loudly.

Her body swayed violently, but because I had already ejaculated once, I held back for a long time. She reached orgasm again under my rubbing.
She collapsed onto my body, but I didn't stop. I made her kneel down so I could thrust in and out from below. She seemed numb and didn't move. After a while, she probably rested enough, so she made me lie down and prepared to give me some pleasure. So I lay on my back without moving, and she squatted on top of me, tightening her vagina. She moved her body up and down, using her vagina to stroke my penis. This action almost made me lose control. I couldn't take it after a few strokes and quickly made her stop.
I got up and climbed on top of her, continuing to nibble on her nipples, which aroused her again. I noticed her stockings on the bedside table, so I grabbed one and tied her hands together to the headboard. She twisted and pretended to struggle, so I pulled over another stocking and tied her left leg to the foot of the bed. Now she could only move her right leg. I used my left leg to press her right leg tightly under me, making it almost impossible for her to move. I vigorously rubbed her breasts, occasionally nibbling on her nipples.

"Ah…," she was completely frenzied, no longer caring whether the neighbors could hear. But for safety, and to give her more of a experience, as she opened her mouth to moan, I shoved her panties into her mouth, so she could only make muffled sounds.

After doing all this, I sat quietly beside her for a moment. Watching her heaving breasts and her vagina, covered by a tuft of pubic hair and flowing with the vaginal fluid from her orgasm and excitement, I was extremely excited.

I held her leg down with one hand, and gently probed her vagina with the other, stirring vigorously. She twisted and turned to avoid my stimulation, but I simply pinned her body down with my leg, stimulating her forcefully with both hands, one above and one below. She writhed excitedly until finally she began to convulse, letting out low, muffled growls.

I knew she had reached her climax. To help her breathe, I reached into her mouth and removed the panties.

She breathed deeply, a feeling of relief washing over her. She looked at me and said, "It felt so good! You're amazing, darling, let me go, I can't take it anymore. My pussy is numb from all you've done."
I said, "I haven't even ejaculated yet, how could I let you go?" So I roughly spread her legs again and thrust in. She cried out, "Ah..." and screamed, "Darling, please, I'm going to die, it feels so good, please let me go!"
"Begging for mercy?"
"I can't take it anymore, please."
"Did I enjoy fucking you?"
"Awesome, so awesome!"
"Aren't you sexy?"
"Um."
"Do you want to be my slut slave?"
"Yes, I want you. You'll be mine forever. Ah..."
"You slut, you bastard..."
"ah……"
Under multiple stimuli, I quickly ejaculated. After resting on her body for a while, I rolled over and lay down, taking the opportunity to untie the stockings binding her hands. After her hands were freed, she did not untie the stockings on her feet, which made me even more convinced that she longed to be bound, and also convinced that she was definitely a female masochist with great potential. With a little training, she would definitely become a great female masochist.
Several days later, I asked her if it was exciting that day, and she said I had swollen her vagina. She said she really enjoyed being with me and hoped for another chance. However, when I asked her about BDSM again, she denied it. It seems there's still a long way to go.

(Years later, I met her again, and that's where the story begins.)
Although I knew she had the potential to be a submissive, I knew that given her age and family situation, I wouldn't have many opportunities with her. And indeed, that was the case; we only met twice before I lost contact with her. When I realized it had been a long time since I'd heard from her, she had disappeared from my QQ contacts. Even though I still had her phone number and QQ account, I figured if she chose to disappear, she must have her reasons. Why bother her anymore?
Perhaps she had her own reasons for not wanting to contact me again, or perhaps I never truly understood her, and she had already forgotten me. In any case, letting things take their course is the best way to make friends.
About three years passed like that. One day, I thought of her again, but I was worried that calling her directly would cause her trouble, so after thinking it over, I sent her an email instead. I didn't say anything special, just asked how she was doing. To my surprise, she actually replied a few days later, saying "I received your email, thank you." So we added each other on QQ again and started chatting.
In fact, she had given birth recently, which was basically in line with my expectations. I asked her if she still remembered me, and she said of course. Because of our previous interactions and the absence of any unpleasant conflicts, we quickly became familiar again and began to communicate our sexual desires. Her desires were even stronger than before. After chatting for a few more times, I suggested meeting up, and she readily agreed. Finally, after some negligible setbacks, we met.
The weather was nice that day; although early spring weather is still unpredictable, this was a rare sunny day recently. I booked a room in advance and played some erotic pictures on my computer while waiting for her. About half an hour later, she arrived. After entering the room, there wasn't much small talk; we kissed as usual. She was still voluptuous, probably because of childbirth. I've always thought that voluptuous women are more energetic and more proactive and enthusiastic in bed, so being voluptuous isn't a disadvantage for me; it could even be considered an advantage.
Once inside the bedroom, after removing all her clothes, her skin remained as white as ever, and her breasts were even fuller. Since she hadn't been breastfeeding, her breasts hadn't sagged at all. But what was remarkable was that she did have milk. When I first inadvertently suckled at her nipple, sweet milk flowed out, and as I caressed her breasts, it flowed down her body and onto me.
Knowing she enjoyed breast stimulation, I deliberately rubbed her breasts vigorously, pinning her down and teasing her nipples with my tongue. She writhed excitedly but couldn't move, so she cried out for mercy.

I remained unmoved and continued to tease her, verbally abusing her, calling her promiscuous, a slut, and a whore, which only excited her more.
After teasing her for a while, I felt her desire was fully aroused. I lay down on my back, my penis already erect, and asked her to lick me. She was very obedient, sucking with her lips, teasing with her tongue, and then trying to take it into her mouth.

Because the stimulation from her tongue and lips was much more intense, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate, so I decisively stopped myself. By this time, she was also eager to enter, so she mounted me, put a condom on me herself, and then sat directly inside.

The moment I entered, I felt a warm, pleasurable sensation, and she cried out excitedly. I grabbed her breasts forcefully, and she twisted her full body back and forth.

I continued to tease her verbally, asking her to say she was a bitch. At first, she was unwilling, so I told her to get off if she wasn't willing and slapped her buttocks with my hand. Finally, she gave up her shame and loudly said she was a bitch and that she was lewd.

I asked her whose bitch she was, and she tactfully replied that she was my bitch. I slapped her buttocks and breasts with my hands, and she became even more excited, quickly reaching orgasm. Her body convulsed violently, and I could clearly feel myself being tightly enveloped. She lay exhausted on top of me, and I began to thrust harder, bringing her back to the peak of pleasure with several consecutive thrusts.
I asked her how many times she'd done it. She said three times. At that point, I felt no urge to ejaculate, so I continued thrusting forcefully. After three orgasms, she was exhausted. I asked if she liked being penetrated from behind.

She probably misunderstood and thought I meant anal sex, saying no. I told her to kneel down, and I'd penetrate her from behind. She agreed, so she knelt on the bed, her upper body leaning forward, her large buttocks raised high, her genitals fully exposed. Due to her previous orgasms, her vagina was completely lubricated, emitting a faint, pungent smell that intensely stimulated my senses.

I thrust in forcefully, eliciting another moan from her. I made her continue saying lewd things, slapping her buttocks repeatedly with my hands. The double stimulation made her scream even more excitedly, while I thrust forcefully into her plump, white buttocks, finally reaching orgasm together in unparalleled excitement.
After cleaning up, we lay down to rest, discussing the women and positions in pornographic pictures. Due to time constraints, we rested for a while. I suggested another round, but she was too tired to move. I insisted she continue giving me oral sex. After I got hard, I put on a condom, and she sat on me again. Because of the previous encounter, her orgasm came quickly, and she came again shortly after.

She lay on the bed while I stood on the floor. I understood; this position allowed for better penetration. So I stood on the floor, and she moved to the edge of the bed, presenting her large, white buttocks to me once more.

I penetrated her again. This time, standing, it was easier to penetrate than on the bed, and my thrusts were noticeably more powerful, as evidenced by her almost wailing moans. Finally, we reached another peak of pleasure together.
After cleaning up the mess and checking out of the room, I received a QQ message from her when I got home at noon: Happiness comes at a price, and my legs are weak right now.

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