[Commemorating my first anal sex experience] [The End]

In my opinion, our catering manager is a complete idiot. Not only is he ugly, but he's also in bad shape, with a big head, thick neck, and a belly as big as a water tank. What's most unbearable is his intelligence. He always leers around us female servers, making jokes that I find hilarious, but he makes them lose all their humor. What's even more unbearable is that I have to force a smile every time, it's truly painful.

My husband is tall and thin, with lean facial muscles. He always shaves cleanly, and occasionally a bit of stubble on his lip makes him look more masculine. I tried to get him to grow a beard for me, but he always said the company doesn't allow it.

He always likes to hug me from behind, caressing my breasts and labia while French kissing me, and I enjoy those moments.

I really like his penis, not because I'm a woman that I'm interested in that part of his body. I've seen countless men's penises online, but it's my husband's that fascinates me.

First of all, it's not black; it's the same color as skin. Also, it's straight, and when erect, it's like a large calligraphy brush. The glans is also beautiful, very round, standing perfectly at the end of the penis, the right size, unlike some men's glans which are swollen and bulging.

I like to describe my husband's penis as a flagpole. When he lies down and I ride on top of him, I feel like he's a flagpole, a victory flagpole. I love my husband; I'm willing to do anything for him. In his presence, I'm always a loser; I'm even willing to be his slave, as long as he doesn't leave me.

My husband and I have made love almost everywhere in the house—the bedroom, the sofa, the floor, the kitchen, the living room, even the balcony. When we first got married and didn't have air conditioning, we slept on the balcony at night, and in the quiet of the night, I always couldn't resist.

When I think of stocks, the first thing that comes to mind is Shanghai, and then there's that phrase Shanghai stock traders often say: "I'd rather suffer to death than not trade stocks."

I never imagined that stocks would end up in our family. I know absolutely nothing about them. My husband said it could make money, so I supported him. He works during the day and sits in front of the computer every night, single-mindedly trading stocks. We spend less time together. I just don't understand, what's so great about trading stocks?

Sure enough, just as I thought, there's no such thing as easy money. At first, he stammered that the stocks had dropped, which I had no idea what that meant. Then he just kept saying we lost money.

I don't care about money at all; what do I need so much for? As long as we could make a living and be with him, I was very magnanimous and asked, "How much did you lose?"

"I lost it all."

To my utter surprise, he squatted down and started crying after I said that. I comforted him, saying, "Don't be sad. It's just a few thousand dollars. We can earn it back." "I lost it all," he said, his voice trembling with tears. "The house, the car, all the money in the bank—it's all gone." It was a

bolt from the blue. "How did you lose so much?"

"Did I want to lose? I thought I'd definitely make a profit this time, but everyone else bought in and the price went up, and when I bought in, it went down."

No money, no money. I squatted down next to him and said softly, "Then where will we live?" I sat on the ground, hugged his arm, and rested my head on his shoulder. "It's okay, as long as I can be with you, I'd be willing to sleep on the streets."

We both have jobs, and we thought things would get better slowly, but misfortune struck again. His boss found out he was trading stocks during work hours and gave him three months' salary at the end of the month, telling him to find a new job. The bank kept pressing for payment, saying that if we couldn't raise 50,000 yuan in a short time, they would auction off our house. But where am I going to get that much money?

My husband started smoking. He never used to smoke. What should have been a happy time turned into a nightmare. I said, "What are you worried about? Just borrow some money from relatives and friends to get through this. We can pay them back when we have the money."

"Impossible."

"Why?"

"I already borrowed from them when I was investing in stocks."

Ah! Besides the bank debt, do we also owe our relatives and friends a sum of money? I don't even have the courage to ask how much that sum is. Everyone else makes money buying stocks, why did we lose so much?

My bad mood is definitely affecting my work. My manager has called me in for talks several times. One evening after work, just as I was about to go home, my manager called me into his office and gave me another dressing down. I was so upset I almost cried. My manager seemed to sense something was wrong and asked if something was wrong.

I said, "My husband lost money in the stock market, and the bank people are coming to my house every day to collect debts." I had no intention of borrowing money from him; I was just saying it casually. Unexpectedly, he asked, "How much do you need?"

His words touched me deeply. I never imagined that my manager, who usually seemed like a complete idiot

, would be so generous. I said, "Fifty thousand. I'll deduct half of my monthly salary from yours. Don't worry, I'll definitely pay you back." "That's nothing. It's only six thousand a year," the manager said dismissively, then gave me a lecherous smile. "If you promise me one thing, I can give you this fifty thousand for free." Loyalty, pragmatism, fifty thousand. I really hesitated.

"This is something only you and I know; no one else will know," the manager's voice rang out at just the right moment. "You've been married before, isn't that just how it is? You got the money, I satisfied my vanity, isn't it good that we both had some fun?"

Fifty thousand yuan—if we had that fifty thousand yuan, our family could get through this difficult time, my husband and I could live the happy life we used to have, and he wouldn't smoke or be so sullen anymore.

"Actually, I've liked you for a long time. If this mistake you made had happened to any other employee, I would have fired her long ago." As he spoke, his hands started groping my back. "Just for my devotion, you should give me some compensation, shouldn't you?"

I couldn't believe these words came from my own voice. I said, "I want to see cash." "Okay, okay." The manager squatted down and took fifty thousand yuan from a safe. After placing the money on the corner of the table, he moved closer to me.

I closed my eyes, thinking only of my husband, I love you.

I thought he would pounce on me like a hungry tiger, pinning me down and then violently assaulting me. Instead, he walked up to me, just looked at me, and didn't touch me. I opened my eyes and saw a stern, fat face.

I gritted my teeth and said, "What are you waiting for?"

"I'll give you fifty thousand yuan. Shouldn't you satisfy me?" "Do whatever you want."

"How you serve your husband at home, serve me the same way you serve your husband." I turned my head away, but this enraged him. He grabbed both my arms.

"Look at me!" he said, "Look at my face."

I turned to look at him; his face was contorted with rage.

"Who am I?"

"Manager."

"I'm not called Manager, I'm called Hongbo."

"Hongbo."

"Call me Hongbo's husband."

"Hongbo's husband—"

He slapped me to the ground. I've been my parents' darling since I was little, they never hit or scolded me. My husband treats me like a rare treasure. How dare he hit me? I lay on the carpet, feeling my face burning with pain, seeing stars, and my ears ringing.

"I'm sorry, I must have hurt you. And you, why didn't you listen?" His expression was hard to decipher, like he wanted to cry, or maybe laugh. Although my head was a little fuzzy, I still realized there was a pervert in the manager's office.

I sat up, wanting to stand, thinking he would help me, but instead he ran to the door and locked it. Apparently, he was afraid I would stand up and run away.

After locking the door, he quickly walked up to me, gently stroking my face, and said with a smile,

"You're so cute."

Just as I was about to stand up, he suddenly pushed me to the ground and started licking my face like a dog. I immediately realized this person was seriously ill; it was really hard for him to pretend to be human in front of us.

He frantically shoved his tongue into my mouth while taking off my clothes. I was wearing a lot of layers on my shirt, and after unbuttoning a few buttons, he gave up, unbuckled my belt, and then directly put his hand inside my underwear. I could feel his hand was very wet and hot, and it seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

He sucked my tongue out, licking it like a woman performing oral sex on a man. Once he was satisfied, he tore open my shirt and began licking my breasts.

It was humiliating; my body had only ever been seen by my husband.

After he had spit all over my breasts, he stood up and started undressing himself, stripping completely naked in one go.

After he was naked, he started undressing me, first my shoes, then my socks. My feet were sweaty from standing all day, and he started licking them like they were popsicles, first my toes, then the tops of my feet, the backs of my feet. He seemed particularly fond of licking the hard-to-reach areas, especially the spaces between my toes. His

tongue moved up my ankles, licking my legs through my pants, until it reached my navel. He pulled down my pants and started licking downwards from my navel. I thought he would continue licking downwards, but instead, he stopped at the inside of my thighs, licking my labia like he would my lips.

This was the most painful moment for me. Before, only my husband could lick this spot, but now, it was a fat, pig-like man.

He not only licked it with his tongue but also gently bit my clitoris with his teeth. When he used his hands to pry open my labia and stick his tongue inside, I cried, my whole body convulsing. I thought he would be angry, grab me, and slap me to the ground, but he didn't. Instead, he held my body down and continued to lick frantically, the sound like a pig eating.

Not only were my labia covered in his saliva, but even my pubic hair and thighs were covered in it before he stopped. Then he walked over to me, shoved his penis into my mouth, held my head with one hand, and rubbed my breasts with the other.

His penis was disgusting; it was practically nonexistent, a cone shape like a pyramid. How could it be cone-shaped? I was so frustrated.

At first, I refused to suck, but then I thought, "The sooner he ejaculates, the better," so I sucked hard, but it didn't work at all. It was still the same size, soft like chewing gum in my mouth.

I switched to using my hands, but that was even less effective. I rubbed it vigorously for ages, but it still didn't work. I even started to wonder if he was impotent.

"It's not working at all," I said.

"Hold on, baby, it'll definitely work," he said, and then he kissed me again. His mouth was disgusting; it was full of vaginal fluid and pubic hair, all shoved into my mouth.

I played with his penis with my hands, but it still didn't work. I tried using my mouth, taking the whole penis in, but it still didn't work. I took his penis and licked his scrotum. His scrotum hadn't been washed in years; it smelled terrible and was very hairy.

I wanted to talk to him, but I was worried about what had just happened. I couldn't help it, so I finally spoke. I said,

"It still doesn't work."

"It'll definitely work, baby, you have to use more force."

"I'm already using a lot," I quickly said, just to avoid a French kiss.

He stood up and pulled me up too. After I stood up, he made me squat down. He told me to open my mouth, which I did. To my utter surprise, after I opened my mouth, he shoved his entire penis into it. And that wasn't all; he pressed my head down hard with both hands, as if trying to stuff my pubic hair into my mouth as well.

I couldn't breathe. If it weren't for my teeth holding it in, my nose would definitely be in trouble. While he was pressing my head down hard, he was also slowly shaking it back and forth. A miracle really happened. I felt something in my mouth rapidly expanding. Was it his penis?

I felt his penis slowly sliding into my esophagus like a snake. I struggled desperately, but he still wouldn't let go. I gently bit him with my teeth before he slowly pulled his penis out of my mouth. His penis was only a few centimeters long to begin with, but when erect, it was twenty centimeters long.

I couldn't resist kissing his penis. It was so powerful! I couldn't wait to try it out. It was not only thicker than my husband's, but also much longer. I

wondered what it would feel like to have it inside me. I thought he was going to fuck me right away, but he was still unhurried. He gestured for me to give him oral sex, so I continued to lick his penis with my tongue. To my disbelief, his already swollen penis kept swelling, getting thicker, longer, and harder.

My vagina was still leaking a lot of fluid, and even felt slightly itchy.

When I wasn't paying attention, he shoved his entire penis into my mouth, down my throat, making me cough for a while before I could recover.

He smiled triumphantly, pulled me up, and pressed me against the desk. His penis slowly entered me from behind. With each insertion, I couldn't help but moan. It was so full; my vagina had never felt so full before.

He started with slow thrusting, but quickly increased the speed. My moans sounded like a pig with its hooves tied; I howled and screamed loudly, using all my strength.

He straddled me, gripping the edge of the table, and thrust his penis forcefully into my vagina. I thought he was about to ejaculate; my husband always likes to thrust hard before ejaculating. But after a while, his penis didn't twitch. He whispered in my ear, "Honey, is it good for you?" I clearly heard my own voice, and shamelessly replied, "Yes." I wanted to say "It's so good!" but then I remembered I was prostituting myself, so I stopped myself. If

he hadn't ejaculated, it meant he wanted to continue. I thought he would make me turn over and continue, but instead, he held my body down, pulled out his penis, and inserted it into my vagina. I used all my strength; I had never done this before, and even my husband's coaxing hadn't made him penetrate me.

A burning pain shot through me. I heard him breathing heavily behind me. My anus was ruined.

He started thrusting, and I felt like I was dead, lying motionless on the table.

After just a few thrusts, my anus quickly went numb. I couldn't even tell if his penis was going in or out; I could only tell by his body movements. He thrust very deep, pulling out a lot each time, his thighs constantly moving away from my body before pressing tightly together again.

This was the most primal conquest; I held nothing back in front of him.

After anal sex for a while, he turned me over and penetrated my vagina. I had never done it for so long before. I was exhausted from shouting, and the muscles inside my vagina ached, even becoming numb. I didn't even know when he ejaculated inside me.

I made a few minor adjustments and went home. I didn't dare ride my bicycle home; I pushed it slowly, my body aching, and my vagina and anus burning.

My virginity had been given to such an ugly man; the more I thought about it, the more wronged I felt, and finally, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

[The End]

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