First Mistress 4 Telephone Live Broadcast

First of all, I want to thank everyone for browsing and supporting me recently. Seeing your encouraging words in the comments section warmed my heart; there's still true kindness in the world, haha. Now, please prepare your tissues. If you can jerk off a little while reading, then I'll consider myself somewhat accomplished, haha…
The story I'm going to share with you today will probably make many readers think I'm describing a scene from a Japanese AV, but this actually happened to me. It's unbelievable, yet it also gives me a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. I want to assure you that this is 100% true; please don't question the authenticity of this article, thank you!
This happened several years ago, in the winter of 2013 if I remember correctly. The winter nights in Northwest China are simply cold! What's more, that night the north wind was blowing snow, and the streets were deserted. I imagine everyone was enjoying their home-cooked meals in the warmth of their homes. As the saying goes, "When you're full and warm, you think of lust." After dinner, feeling bored, I thought of her, whom I had been dating for a year, and texted her:
Me: What are you doing?
She: I'm in a bad mood. I had a fight with some slut at the mall today, and I'm sulking at home. (She's a sales assistant at the mall.)
Me: Oh, are you alone? Want to go out for a couple of drinks to cheer yourself up?
She: Sure, I was just thinking of having a drink. Wait for me at the entrance of the complex, I'll be right out.
Me: Hurry up, I'll be there soon.
Men, in this kind of situation, I believe no one hesitates, not even for a second. I arrived at the agreed-upon location with lightning speed. After waiting for about 10 minutes, I saw her familiar figure, wrapped in a trench coat, braving the wind and snow, walking out of the empty complex entrance. Just then, an empty taxi pulled up, and I quickly flagged it down, opened the door, and got in. She told me where she wanted to go—a bar quite far from our complex. We arrived smoothly and got a small private room. She said she hadn't eaten yet, so we ordered noodles and a bottle of red wine from the next table. She didn't mention eating, but after the meal, we each poured a glass of wine and chatted about her unpleasant day. Of course, my goal was still to sleep with her that night. After the meal, she was flushed, her speech was a little slurred, and her eyes were hazy—she seemed shyly waiting to be fucked. By the way, let me mention how alcohol affects my sexual performance: a little has no effect, being half-drunk makes me incredibly virile, and being completely drunk makes me unable to get an erection, haha~ Everyone can share their experiences with their performance after drinking. That night, I was only half-drunk from drinking. Time was of the essence, my friend. Soon, I was kissing her ear, sucking her nipples, and undressing. Since we were in a bar, being completely naked would be too conspicuous. I pushed my shirt down to my neck and pulled my leggings up to my knees, creating a barbell shape—black at both ends and white in the middle. Her white, bare buttocks were right in front of me, and my penis was already involuntarily erect. She sat naked on the sofa, and I pulled my pants down to my knees, a black rod dangling in front of her. I put my hands on my hips and fucked her, deliberately showing off my virility. My purplish-red glans was already oozing... Some glistening prostatic fluid was visible. Watching her expression, I noticed she looked up at me. I gestured for her to proceed. Perhaps due to the alcohol, she quickly grasped my penis and rubbed it up and down a few times before opening her mouth and swallowing it. I gasped in pleasure, a rush of ecstasy shooting from the head of my penis to my brain. This was the first time she had given me oral sex, a treatment I had never received before. Seeing how much I enjoyed it, she increased the intensity and frequency of her sucking, occasionally glancing up at my expression as she swallowed and released. I gave her an encouraging look, a look of enjoyment in return. The pleasure of vaginal sex and oral sex are definitely not on the same level. Personally, I think vaginal sex focuses more on physiological satisfaction, while oral sex allows men to experience greater psychological satisfaction from their desire to conquer and possess. Unlike many men who, disregard a woman's feelings, grab her head and thrust all the way to her throat, I didn't do that. I felt that was too cruel to women and didn't align with my gentle and compassionate approach. Women are meant to be cherished, not abused. I gently stroked her hair, watching my penis move in and out of her lips, emitting soft moans of satisfaction. After about five minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out of her mouth, lifted her buttocks, and then, lubricated by the saliva on my penis, I pushed it into her little cunt, beginning to thrust with increasing pressure.
As I mentioned before, I'm incredibly virile when I'm half-drunk, and this was definitely the best proof of that. The fucking was incredibly wild and exhilarating. Most importantly, while I was fucking her, she took out her phone and started making a call. I was a little surprised and didn't dare ask who she was calling. What surprised me even more was that she was moaning and groaning while on the phone. When the other person asked what she was doing, she initially said she was in a bad mood and missed him, but then she directly said she was being fucked from behind by a handsome young man (I was 31 at the time, she was 39). Because I didn't know who the other person was, I just kept thrusting and pounding and didn't say anything. But she got more and more excited as she talked, saying she was being... How pleasurable it was, how much fluid flowed from her cunt, how strong the guy's penis was, how deep the penetration... and so on. The phone call lasted about 40 minutes, and I fucked her for almost an hour. Listening to her talking lewdly with the other person, the scene of me fucking her big white ass was just like a scene from a Japanese AV. Before she even hung up the phone, after a storm of fucking, I pulled out my penis, rubbed it against her face, and a large amount of hot semen gushed from my glans onto her face. I was panting heavily, looking at her face covered in semen, still on the phone, my desire to conquer was unprecedentedly satisfied.
Later, when I fucked her at her house a few times, she would answer the phone, but she never called anyone else first. Only that one time was she proactive. I remember once she answered the phone when she answered her sister's call. She didn't dare to moan or groan. Hehe, I guess she wouldn't be that promiscuous.
That's all for today. Next time, I'll share some more exciting stories about her. I also hope that readers who have had similar experiences can share them in the comments section. Let's all have a good laugh! Thanks for reading, have a great weekend.

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