Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (16) Italy - Debauchery in the Ancient City (Part 1) (Part 2) (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (16) Italy - Debauchery in the Ancient City (Part 1)

I carefully arranged the itinerary for my husband and I to have a vacation in Italy. However, after arriving in Rome, her husband did not participate in several planned opportunities to visit tourist attractions. The reason was that he needed to stay in the hotel for business matters; waiting, sending faxes, and making long-distance calls; plus, the laptop he brought with him was not completely "wireless" and could only be operated when connected to the hotel's cable, so he could not leave at all.

As a result, apart from the trip from Rome to Naples, visiting the ancient city, spending two nights in Sorrento, and enjoying the scenery along the "Ahuifi" coastal highway, the daily sightseeing activities to visit scenic spots were almost all done by me alone with a special car and a special tour guide sent by the travel agency that I had contacted in advance.

I was disappointed, annoyed, and almost depressed that my husband and I had to go our separate ways on vacation together. But I didn't want to argue with my husband, so I nodded and promised that at least I would try my best to enjoy the tour and not waste the money I had already spent. But the husband just apologized and added: "Next time we go on vacation somewhere else, I will definitely accompany you the whole time, okay!?" and then he was busy staring at the computer and contacting people.

"Oh, okay! Then..."

What should I do? ┅┅It was not so bad in Rome. There were many people visiting the tourist attractions. Even if they were in a special car or a small group, there were usually four or five tourists staying in the same hotel. But when we arrived in Naples, there were only my husband, me, and another Japanese couple in the small group on the special car. Everything was fine on the first day, but before departure on the second day, the Japanese suddenly changed his mind and said that he couldn't understand the English tour guide and wanted to join the German tour group instead, and he didn't care about anything else. My husband was in the room and didn't even come down to see me off, so of course he didn't know my situation. When I was at a loss, I was too lazy to discuss it with him, so I boldly got into the car of Alfredo, the tour guide who only spoke Italian and English, alone.

He was left alone, taking me as a "tourist", to visit the ancient city of Pompeii.

Are you scared? I asked myself. Intellectually and superficially, I had no need to be afraid at all; after spending a whole day touring Naples with him the day before, I realized that he was a promising young man who was trustworthy; he took care of everything, arranged everything properly, and answered every question, so that we had no worries and enjoyed the sightseeing happily.

But privately, going to Pompeii with him alone today, I was a little scared, and also had that... uneasy feeling in my heart. But what I fear is not him, but myself...

��Because I already have a good impression of him, a good impression that I can't express.

Therefore, before I went out, I wore a pair of tight silver-grey trousers that highlighted my lower body curves; a translucent silk shirt with light floral patterns that allowed my bra to be vaguely visible; and grey half-heeled shoes that allowed me to walk in style. The purpose, of course, is to attract Alfredo's attention, make him look at her more and have a good impression of her. However, I was also concerned that wearing this way would inevitably lead to people having improper thoughts or make onlookers think that I had some intentions; so I put on a light grey short-sleeved jacket that reached below my hips to prevent people from seeing what I was wearing underneath.

��Everything went so smoothly. My husband had just woken up and was still in bed, so he had no idea what I was dressed for. The Japanese couple suddenly changed their minds and decided not to join the tour, so Alfredo and I were the only ones left. Without onlookers, there is no need for a cloak to cover one's dignity. I was so happy that I took off my coat before even getting in the car.

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On this day, the weather was a bit cloudy, and since it was not a weekend, there were not many tourists visiting the ancient city of Pompeii. Only when we entered the gate did we meet two teams of German tour groups on large buses and three or five small groups of tourists. After everyone had seen the square and the big temple in the center of the ancient city, they dispersed in all directions. Alfredo and I were left alone, and we followed his advice to visit the official residences and mansions built by the Romans, as well as the shops, wineries, and handicrafts on several streets...

Of course, visiting the ancient city that was engulfed by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius two thousand years ago is a very educational experience. The ancient civilization that has been buried deep underground for thousands of years has come to light like a frozen record and is now vividly presented to modern people. It makes people marvel at the endless passage of time and feel the historical sentiment of nostalgia for the past and the present. This is why my heart is truly moved when I see the deserted and desolate ancient city and touch the cracked and peeling brick and stone ruins! ?

The sky was covered with gray clouds, but no rain fell; looking far away, Mount Vesuvius stood out from the dark clouds. A closer look at the ruins of the ancient city shows grass and trees clinging to the walls or growing out of broken rocks, adding to the poetic beauty of the place. Turning along the main street and entering the alley, I occasionally saw a few tourists strolling and wandering in the beautiful historical pages. This scene made me feel like it was real and like a dream.

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Alfredo walked in front and I followed quickly; we walked east and west, and after turning two or three times, there was no one in sight; the ancient alleys and brown and yellow houses were all empty, quiet and dead silent. Only his tall and thin figure was before my eyes, as if he was the only living being I could see and grasp. A strange premonition went straight into my heart, making me inexplicably anxious but extremely excited, and my whole body felt numb.

"Oh! Alfredo, can you please walk slower? I can't keep up with you..." I called to him.

"Oh, sorry, sorry! Mrs. Zhang, I'll wait for you." He turned around and responded.

We stopped in front of an old, gray, and locked wooden door. Alfredo picked out a key from a bunch of keys, opened the door, and waved to me, motioning me to go in. Unable to resist my curiosity and feeling a little hesitant, I asked him what was inside. What is there to see? While lifting his foot he stepped over the stone gate. He held the door, watched my steps, and after making sure it was safe, he smiled at me and said softly, "Come in! This is the most mysterious and least known room in the ancient city..."

"A what room?" I asked again. My feet were on the stone slabs that had been slightly concave after being trampled for thousands of years. I was standing in an inconspicuous open-air courtyard in front of a gray-brown bungalow. I don't understand what's so special about this room? Is it so special that the door needs to be locked from the outside? And yet the least known? ┅┅

��But while I was wondering, I also found that I seemed to understand why Alfredo led me to this deserted place.

"Oh! It's a public toilet, bathhouse, and brothel in a less famous side street. The murals inside are the most delicate, but also the most fragile and easily damaged. Therefore, the park generally does not allow people to visit, unless they are important people or professors who come here to do research...then they are specially opened for people to see..."

Alfreddo rattled off reasons that seemed extremely important, and he spoke with pride, as if it was a great honor for him to have the key to open this door. ┅┅But as he spoke, the expression on his face seemed a little strange: a slight flattery with a hint of ambiguity. It immediately reminded me that although I was a customer and he was a tour guide hired by the travel agency, and we had a business relationship, but at this moment, in this deserted place, it was still unavoidably inappropriate for us, a man and a woman, to be alone together, which was even very inappropriate!

��In particular, aren’t the bathhouses and brothels in the thousand-year-old city filled with filth and also the places where ancient people took off their clothes and washed off the dirt! ┅┅Plus, I suddenly remembered what the tour guide said: There are many famous murals in the ancient city, and the most special ones are some unknown images of sexual intercourse between men and women. It depicts various sexual behaviors of the Romans, showing the debauchery of society and the corruption of the people at that time. What is even more astonishing is that all of these murals are true "Spring Palace" paintings, depicting the body organs of men and women engaging in sexual acts, as well as various sexual postures, without reservation!

��When I came here with my husband and children (I can’t remember how many years ago?), I followed a group of young and old in a tour group. After getting off the bus, we followed the tour guide to take a quick tour around the ancient city and then set off to the next attraction. What is there in Lian Ancient City and what did we see? I can't even figure it out, let alone remember that it has world-famous murals. ┅┅Yes, I remember it now! It turns out that children were too young to watch images "for adult viewing" back then; no wonder the guided tours of the ancient city do not mention this, and even tour groups or guided tours omit this program to avoid trouble.

��Thinking of this, I suddenly became excited; yes! Many years later, when I revisited the old place, I had already matured mentally. I was no longer an ignorant mother, or a wife who only cared about her husband and children, but a modern woman who constantly pursued and explored life, actively absorbed new knowledge, and gained new experiences! So, how can we miss such a rare opportunity to witness the world-famous ancient art with our own eyes? !

I immediately reached out my hand, motioned to Alfredo, took the camera from his shoulder, and took a picture of the bathroom entrance and the door from the yard. Then I looked at the door and made sure it was still open. Then I smiled excitedly at him, "This opportunity... is so rare!"

"Yes! I knew Mrs. Zhang would be interested in this. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"No, I want you to take a picture of me standing at the door, okay?"

"OK, No problem!" Alfredo took the camera. I ran over, leaned against the door, and smiled at the camera. With a "click", the photo was taken.

"Madam, you are very beautiful!" he said with a smile as he walked over and handed the camera back to me.

"Thank you!" I thanked him sincerely, feeling quite happy, and asked, "Are we going in?"

Alfredo nodded, took out a small card and inserted it into the crack of the wooden door. Then he pushed and closed the outer door, fastening the bolt while explaining: "This way, no one can come in."

��I stood there and suddenly my heart started pounding. The first thought that came to my mind was, what should I do if Alfredo wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and do something to me? But before I could think further, he smiled and continued, "It says on the card: 'Important Research in Progress'. It's an official license, and patrol police can recognize it."

"Oh~!" I felt relieved after hearing that, thinking that I was worrying too much! Since Alfredo is a tour guide sent by a famous travel agency, his professional knowledge is beyond doubt and he is also very sincere and polite. There is no way he can be that kind of person! Otherwise, how could I dare to trust him and let him drive me around for sightseeing? !

Following Alfreddo into the first dimly lit hall, he saw the seemingly blurry figures painted on the walls. I was about to take a closer look in amazement when Alfredo pulled out a powerful flashlight, turned it on and shone it around the hall. He said, "This is the foyer and the lounge..."

"Ah, can you slow down a bit? I want to take a picture." He raised his camera and tried to aim it at a mural.

Alfredo used his flashlight to focus on a painting of a half-naked Roman man with his shirt off. I pressed the shutter button, flashed the light, and took a picture of it. I said, "What else?!"

"There are many more exciting things in this room... Come on, Mrs. Zhang."

"The one on the left is the toilet, connected to the bathroom..." He pointed and waved the flashlight left and right.

"Ah! It's so wonderful!" I couldn't help but sigh.

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��It turns out that the entire toilet and bathroom are covered with Roman "erotic" pictures! The scenes of people who were completely naked, half-naked in white robes, kissing, hugging, caressing, having sexual intercourse and oral sex, were all displayed before my eyes. I was dazzled and followed the flashlight to look around at the bodies and movements of the couples of men and women.

I was speechless as Alfredo stopped to explain the various sexual positions, anal intercourse between two men, and group sex. Because in addition to the plump and seductive bodies of men and women in the murals, the sexual organs involved in intercourse are also shown without reservation. Especially the men's penises are thick and long, and the intoxicated expressions on the women's faces are also lifelike...

"Oh my God! This... this is simply the complete collection of sexual intercourse between men and women for thousands of years!" I said, swallowing my saliva.

"Yes, that's why people say that these murals were not only for entertainment, but also for education. Come, Mrs. Zhang, look at this one and you will know that it is not only homosexual... anal sex, but also heterosexual... can be done!"

Alfredo pointed his flashlight at a picture of anal intercourse between a man and a woman and explained. Although I couldn't see his face in the dark, I could tell that his voice was a little hoarse. I was so focused on admiring the mural that I didn't notice anyone else there. I just wanted to take a picture of this anal sex scene that has a history of more than 2,000 years.

I was raising the camera, not knowing how to aim, when I suddenly felt my elbow being supported by a warm hand; then, it stroked my arm, as if holding it to align with an anal sex picture.

The camera flashed and the shutter clicked at the same time; I was startled. I realized that Alfredo was standing behind me. Not only was he stroking my arm with one hand, but the other hand was already on my waist, resting on the bulge on the side of my buttocks covered by my tight pants!

His sudden action frightened me so much that my heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. My first reaction was to twist my waist and tremble in an attempt to get rid of him. But Alfredo's hand did not move away. Instead, it held the concave part of my waist firmly and pressed down gently. At the same time, he whispered in my ear: "Mrs. Zhang... please be careful, don't fall!"

"Oh~!" I sighed softly, thinking, "So he helped me up for my own safety!"

��But I, an Oriental woman, had skin contact with him, a Western man, a descendant of Romans, alone in this bathroom that was thousands of years old and full of erotic murals! ┅┅

In an instant, he appeared in my mind with brown curly hair, deep eyes, high nose bridge, and looked exactly like the men in ancient Rome! I remember the first time I saw him two days ago, I was immediately struck by his handsome appearance. I felt my breathing quicken and my heart beat pounding. Even when I went to bed at night, I hoped that I could meet him in my dreams!

��And at this moment, in the deserted bathroom of the ruined ancient city, we actually had skin contact!

So, if I show a little "liking" for Alfredo, will he sense it and take further action towards me?

"No! How could I think of that kind of place!?" Another voice immediately sounded in my mind. If he is not interested at all and I am willing to do it, then won't he think that I am a shameless slut who seduces men when traveling abroad! ?

In just a few seconds, there was a battle between my conscience and my desires in my mind, and I finally stopped my delusions in time. He straightened his chest, took a deep breath, suppressed his inner anxiety, and said from his dry throat: "Thank you, I will be careful..."

Then he tried to stand firm and asked, "Alfredo, is the mural still there?"

Alfredo's hand touched and then left my waist, leaving me with a sense of emptiness. But fortunately, he was behind her, still responding kindly: "Yes, the most exquisite and wonderful one is in the brothel at the back. Come on! Mrs. Zhang, let me help you walk..."

��I gave him my hand naturally. That’s it! It's pitch black here, and the stone ground is uneven. Of course, I feel more at ease walking hand in hand with someone I know well. But sweat broke out on the palms of my hands, and my lower abdomen felt inexplicably sore and bloated.

It turned out that what Alfredo was leading me through, from the flickering light of the flashlight, was a marble toilet with round holes, a urinal, and a long channel that had washed away people's excrement two thousand years ago! At the end of the toilet and urinal, under the three small square holes in the round roof that let in light, one can vaguely see a rather large marble washbasin inlaid with countless tiles, standing in front of a mural full of men and women bathing. The whole impression was so shocking that I even felt the urge to pee, but my body instinctively clamped my buttocks together to hold it back.

Alfredo pointed the flashlight at the doors on the left and right of the mural and said, "The brothel... is behind the two doors in front."

"Ah, wait! Can I take another picture of the sink and the toilet?" I said, pulling my hand away.

Alfredo pointed the flashlight at the basin so I could take a picture of the tile pattern. When I reached my hand into the center of the basin to touch it, I found that rain was falling from the square hole in the arch, dripping into the basin and wetting the concave stone surface. It was as if I was touching a bottle of water that had been there for thousands of years. As I was feeling a myriad of emotions, I suddenly felt a strong sore and numb feeling in my stomach, which was pressed against the edge of the basin, as if a few drops of urine were being squeezed out.

"Oh~!" He couldn't help but sigh as Alfredo gently held his arm, helped him up and turned around.

"Are you okay?!" he asked with concern.

"It's okay, thank you!" I nodded and squeezed my buttocks tightly; I didn't expect that the buttock groove would squeeze the center of my buttocks into a slit in the tight pants I was wearing. Afraid of being seen in such an indecent state, I immediately put my hands behind my buttocks and tried to pull up my tights to make the gap disappear.

"Because some rainwater will come in, it's always a little humid here, Mrs. Zhang..."

�� had not yet removed his hand from his hip and was about to say, "I'll be careful!" but his ankle twisted and he almost fell. "Ah... no!" Before she could finish her scream, her upper body fell into Alfredo's arms, and he held her waist!

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" He screamed as if his heart was beating out of his mouth, and his body was trembling in Alfredo's embrace. Because his hands slid from my waist to my hips and then held under my buttocks; and I couldn't stand that kind of touch and couldn't help but leak a few drops of urine! !

"Oh! Haha!" As she sighed loudly, her butt began to twist.

��He held me in his arms, and I was facing the direction of the toilet and the urinal. In a daze, I seemed to see that the entire dim toilet was full of half-naked men and women, sitting, standing, or squatting to use the toilet. I heard the sounds they made, and even seemed to smell a strong odor! !

"No, I can't! I must not twist my butt!" I thought so in my heart, but my buttocks still longed to be touched.

"By the way, Mrs. Zhang, if you need to, I can take you to the toilet. It's not far from here..."

"Oh, don't do that yet. I can bear it..." She sounded like she was talking to herself to stop her hips from moving.

��But the hand holding my butt refused to touch it! ? Do you want me to...to pee all over my pants? ? I clung to Alfredo's shoulders and uttered, "Thank you for holding me up!"

Then, I begged, "Let's go to the brothel now!"

Alfredo's hands left my hips and he just held my waist as he walked forward. But my legs were already wet and I couldn't walk, so I almost had to let him hold me as I staggered into the brothel.

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (16) Italy - Debauchery in the Ancient City (Part 2)

As Alfredo had said, the brothels were covered with the most exquisite and wonderful murals in the ancient city. But at this moment, even if I wanted to observe and study it carefully, I was unable to do so; because what came into view with the flashlight and shocked me the most was not the erotic murals, but the four brothel rooms arranged behind the wall!

By the time Alfredo helped me toward the first doorway, I was already breathing rapidly and my heart was pounding so hard that I could hardly bear it! Especially, our bodies were close to each other, and every time I moved my hips with a step, his body would bump against me from behind, and I could clearly feel his hard and big stick. It was so difficult for me to walk that I had to stop several times to accept it pressing between my tight pants and my buttocks!

Alfredo carried me into the small brothel, and shone his flashlight on the couch where Roman prostitutes used to visit. He said in a hoarse voice, "This is...the bed where they have fun!...Generals, soldiers, nobles, and wealthy businessmen enjoy women's beds..."

I stood in front of the couch, speechless. Because as soon as I opened my mouth, I would inevitably shout out what was in my heart: "So, you, also want to enjoy me in bed?" I could only half bend over, pretending to look closely at this "bed", but I slightly raised my hips back and arched them towards Alfredo's erection.

Alfredo placed the flashlight on the couch, put his arms around my chest, and caressed my breasts, which never grew bigger, through my thin shirt. He breathed hot and fast against my neck, making me tremble.

"Ah! No! Hiss~" I reacted instinctively.

�� kept calling out softly, "Ah, no! No!" But he refused to stop.

"Please... please don't make me... do something I shouldn't do!" I almost begged him.

��However, my entire crotch was already wet between my tightly closed legs; I could no longer control myself due to the teasing of Alfredo's hands kneading my breasts and his fingers pinching my nipples through my bra! But while he was playing with it, he whispered in my ear:

"Mrs. Zhang, you don't have to do anything. I will let you experience the life of the Romans!"

"Ah~~!" I leaned on the couch with my elbows, my arms touching the wooden board that was who knows how many years old; my entire lowered face was covered by the drooping hair, and I couldn't see anything; but the man's hand and the hard rod pressing against my buttocks were clearly reflected in my mind and dominated my body, making me involuntarily raise my buttocks and twist them...

"Oh! Take off my pants and fuck me! Please!" She shouted in her heart, "Oh! Please... take off my pants and fuck me!" It was as if she was shouting to all men in the world, but she didn't say it out loud.

Her raised buttocks also swayed more vigorously.

"You move so beautifully and attractively!" He praised me without calling me Mrs. Zhang. He is the Roman man in my mind.

"Hmm~~!" I hummed quickly and softly, seducing the Roman man in my heart.

"It feels so comfortable to touch your round butt!" A pair of big hands were warm through the pants.

"Oh!...Oh~~!" The image of a Roman prostitute's plump buttocks being kneaded appeared in my mind.

It was as if she were a prostitute for men to enjoy in the ancient city more than 2,000 years ago. The general who chose me and had sex with me would insert his huge penis, as sharp as a sword, into my vagina and rape me with great excitement. Until he erupted like a volcano, spewing out lava, filling and drowning me...

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Immersed in the debauchery of the history of the Roman Empire, I was in a daze and confused when Alfredo carried me to the brothel's bed. From the light of the flashlight placed there, I found that he had been lying on the couch with his shirt open, exposing his chest and arms; his penis was raised upright in the middle of his loosened crotch!

��And I was squatting astride his body: the buttons of my thin shirt were all undone, and my bra was unhooked and spread to the sides, exposing my breasts to the damp, cool air; in contrast, the silver-gray tight trousers, although the waist button was undone but not taken off, still tightly wrapped around my buttocks and thighs in the squatting position, making it hard to breathe. But the most uncomfortable thing was the inside of my lower body. My entire vulva was like a charcoal stove, burning in raging flames. It made me feel like I was burning with desire and was about to explode. I kept shaking my head and tossing my hair, while breathing out shrill sounds.

Although I have squatted like this facing men countless times in front of many lovers and adulterers, I always had the nerve to do it after both of us were naked. I have never let a man look at me straight in the eye before I took off my pants. In particular, the obscene fluid that overflowed from my crotch must have already seeped through my briefs and soaked my tights, leaving a large, unsightly stain! Fortunately, there were no lights in the brothel in the ancient city, so Alfredo couldn't see clearly, nor could he see how embarrassed I was; otherwise, I would have been so embarrassed and humiliated!

In this extremely embarrassing but urgent situation, I could only move my buttocks shamelessly, stepping on my half-high heels that I had not taken off yet, maintaining a squatting position, and moving left and right to his penis; then, like going to the toilet, I slightly raised my squatting legs, and with both hands peeled off my tights and briefs, exposing my buttocks and pulling them up into my knees; then I slowly squatted down until my wet and hot vagina touched Alfredo's big meat sticking up above his belly.

"Ah~!!..." They couldn't help but sigh loudly at the same time, shaking all over.

"Well, little beauty, you're so wet!" Alfredo's comment with a laugh made me feel shy again.

"Well, I'm not coming anymore! You're just making fun of me." I supported myself on my knees, shook my hips, and responded with a frown.

"Are you still not in love when a great Roman general praises you?" As he asked me back, his hand reached between my hips.

"Oh, God! The hand of the Roman general! Please, spare me, spare me!"

But I couldn't shout. It turned out that the magic hand had been playing skillfully between my wet folds and crevices. His fingertips hooked, plucked, and swept the slippery clitoris and labia, scraped and pressed the ridges of the perineum; from time to time he groped my groin, pinching and kneading the depressions outside the vulva and at the roots of the thighs. It made me feel like I was being tortured by fire, it was extremely unbearable, my whole body was shaking and twitching violently...

"Do you love me or not? Do you like me or not? Tell me, tell me!" The general ordered me, how could I not answer?

"I... like it,... I love it!..." At the same time, I felt his hands teasing my vagina and buttocks between my legs becoming more and more wanton and rampant; the sound of water chirping came from below, and I kept sticking out my chest and lifting my belly; in the end, I could hardly maintain the squatting position, and my upper body tilted back. I hurriedly moved my hands back and supported them on his knees, arching my buttocks higher, so that the general's hands could be more flexible to tease me!

"But my God, what kind of teasing is this?! These devilish hands are just like a few centipedes and geckos entwined in my private parts, crawling and wriggling there; they are more like hundreds of swarms of insects and ants, countless terrible octopus claws, drilling into my moist hole, sticking to the flesh wall and constantly biting and sucking my delicate skin!"

"Okay, General, I'll do it to you more! But you have to tell me how good it feels, okay?"

��Even now, I can’t describe that feeling, let alone myself at that time! All I knew was to keep shaking my head and screaming, squeezing my buttocks and anus, shaking my buttocks, and contracting my vagina; as if only in this way could I stop the invasion and erosion of insects and ants, and stop them from drilling deeper. But at the same time, I extremely desire a thicker and longer python to crawl into my vagina, occupying and filling my endless emptiness! ┅┅

"My little beauty, stop shaking your head! If you don't tell me, the general will be unhappy!"

"Ah! I'm almost killed! Ah! No, no!" As I shouted anxiously, a devil's claw had already poked into my buttocks and started thrusting slowly.

"Don't keep saying no! Do you think you're still Mrs. Zhang?!"

��By the General... No, Alfredo's question made me suddenly realize that I had not yet completely freed myself from the bondage and had not completely let go of myself; and that was why I was unable to fully enjoy sex and the pleasure of teasing!

I shook my head harder, swung my hips more vigorously, and shouted out even louder:

"No~! No, I'm not, I'm not Mrs. Zhang! And I don't want to be Mrs. Zhang anymore!"

��Just as after several "analyses" by a Silicon Valley psychologist, I finally discovered: It turns out that what I want is just myself; a woman who is completely free, fully enjoying life and experiencing happiness! Like myself who is in love or in orgasm, able to forget myself and let go of myself! �

��Alas! Without further ado, let’s get back to the topic! .

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Thousands of years ago, on the bed of a brothel in the ancient city of Rome, I was touched by the magic hand of a handsome and strong male tour guide, and I felt like my soul had left my body. I screamed in a daze: "I am not Mrs. Zhang! I don't want to be Mrs. Zhang anymore!"

"Yes, this is my lovely little beauty! Tell me, what does it feel like inside your asshole?"

"Oh, General! It feels so good inside me... so good!" I shouted as my fingers thrust in and out.

��But the rhythm of the anus tightening and tightening and the buttocks swaying and twisting made the emptiness in my vagina more and more unbearable, and more and more eager to be penetrated and filled. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she begged in a coquettish voice:

"Oh, General! I need it so badly that I can hardly bear it anymore! Please..."

As I said this, I tried my best to straighten my waist to maintain my balance in the squatting position, and with one hand I grabbed his hard and big hot stick under my butt; I supported it so that the big glans, which was wet with my vaginal fluid, was just against the opening of my vagina.

"Let me sit down on my dick. Please put your precious sword in my hole!"

"Okay, little beauty, please sit down!"

"Ah! Oh, wow, ah! Oh my god! You're so big! "

It was as if my body, which had been suspended for a long time, suddenly found support. My legs became weak and the weight of my whole body fell down. In an instant, the glans, like a giant, stretched the flesh circle of the vagina to its limit; as the flesh ball broke in violently, the thick flesh stem like a python was inserted into the vagina... The instantaneous feeling was like being penetrated by a spear from under the crotch, piercing the whole body, poking into the throat, and almost poking out of the mouth! ┅┅

"Ah~! I'm dead! I was choked to death and stabbed to death!"

But what was even stranger was the horrific and terrifying images and thoughts that appeared in my mind:

On the battlefield, the Roman soldiers who were brave and skilled in fighting, risking their lives and marching far and wide, created a magnificent empire spanning three continents, Europe, Asia and Africa; but they also left behind a tragic scene of thousands of miles of smoke, corpses strewn all over the ground, and rivers of blood. Millions of lives had been lost and the untouchables who had surrendered under the iron hoofs were thankful to God as long as they could keep their lives. Who would dare to expect to be treated well by bloodthirsty officers and murderous soldiers? ┅┅

Under the threat of totalitarian force, the Romans were polite by not confiscating your only property, killing your brothers and nephews, and raping your wife and daughter to death. As a woman, you, a weak woman who drifted from the far east to a foreign land, were lucky enough to be noticed by them and wanted to enjoy yourself. If you don't know what's good for you, and quickly offer yourself to please these men, you would be really ungrateful! ┅┅

"Oh my god! Am I too fascinated by watching period films and reading historical novels to have such thoughts?

"...Or have I been misplaced in time and space, and turned into a prostitute in a brothel in the ancient city of Rome two thousand years ago, willingly offering my body for the mighty warriors to enjoy? And I still resigned myself to the fact that I deserved to be stabbed by thousands of people, and let them ride on my body and indulge in ecstasy?!...

"Yes, that's right!... Since the merchant family I married into when I was less than sixteen was massacred by the Macedonians and I fled in panic, I have been taken in and robbed many times. Wasn't it all because men took me for themselves and enjoyed me at will because they saw that I was a little pretty?... During the ten years of war and chaos, I witnessed and saw the bloodiness and cruelty of war, and I also realized that a woman is nothing more than a thing owned and used by a man! There is actually not much difference between her being appreciated, loved, and pityed by a man, and then being played with and enjoyed by him, and being robbed and forcibly occupied by others, and then raped and abused in a sexually sadistic way!...

"Isn't it that after playing with the female body until she is overwhelmed and tortured, she is used as a container for the penis, making the male genitals feel comfortable and relaxed?

"Even if men fight nakedly for wealth, power, and face, once they win, they still have to take off their clothes and release their sexual desires on naked female bodies to feel refreshed! Then, as women, why don't we use our looks to release our sexual desires, feel refreshed, and comfortable through our own bodies and male genitals! Besides, in troubled times, human lives are nothing more than maggots and ants, even worse than pigs and dogs. Since we are powerless to compete with men for power and profit, why bother with hypocritical moral integrity and face issues? It is better to be straightforward and enjoy all the pleasures that can satisfy ourselves in time!

"Ah, so that's how it is!... No wonder, no wonder every penis that penetrates my body makes me crazy; the penis that thrusts in and out of my mouth, vagina, and anus can make me feel like I'm in ecstasy! And the more unrestrained I am, the more proud a man becomes, and he even loves me more because he has satisfied his desire for conquest!"

As I thought about it, I wrapped my whole body around the penis, moving up and down, pressing my buttocks on his balls, grinding...

"Oh, my little beauty! Your body is wrapped around me like this, slippery and twisting on top, I feel so comfortable!" The general praised me, while shaking his waist and pushing his hips upward.

��I shone the light from the rolling flashlight to the light beside the sex couch and saw the woman in the mural in the same position as me, with her vagina tightly wrapped around the man's huge rod below; her face was full of crazy expression, as if she was sighing to me with great joy: "Ah~!... Your cock is so big... It makes me feel so good and comfortable!..."

"Ah~! Yes! General, you are so strong and brave! Your penis is so big and thick, it makes me feel so good and comfortable~!!..." I couldn't help but shout out. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!!..." The general rushed upwards passionately, gasping for breath.

"Ah~!...Oh~! Ah!...Oh~~!!" I was so excited that my whole body was shaking and I moaned continuously.

The climax came like a tsunami or an earthquake; and I was eagerly waiting for the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, with lava overflowing and everything in the ancient city turned into ashes.

I screamed as if I was going to die, "Ah~~! General, please spray it all out, General! Shoot it all... to me, drown me... burn me to death!!..."

The woman in the mural with her eyes wide open and her mouth open wide, like my ghost in the mirror, was also shouting.

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��However, until I was squatting on my stomach with my upper body on his chest to catch my breath from the orgasm, Alfredo's penis had not yet ejaculated. It was still so hard, buried deep in the vagina that was constantly spasming and contracting; it made me moan softly:

"You're so great! Such a powerful, great cock general! I love you so much!"

Alfredo then held my arms and lifted me up, massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples, saying:

"Well, you are indeed a little beauty that the general likes! Come on, shake your butt a little more, so that I can feel refreshed and I will reward you with a big sausage!..."

Although I couldn't see his face in the darkness, I imagined that the Roman general must have a satisfied smile on his handsome face, which made me want to kiss him and tell him that I was willing to do anything for him. As long as he loved and liked it, I would be willing to do anything for him.

So, he held a flashlight to illuminate the seductive way I twisted my ass and sucked his cock on the bed; finally, he shouted excitedly about the spurting out of my body like a hero in a decisive battle, and I felt his hands pinching my buttocks, his fingers inserting into my anus, and thrusting rapidly; I couldn't help but climax for a long time, and sucked the cock even harder, swallowing all the thick, hot white fluid that shot into my mouth...

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��But this was not my most memorable experience in Pompeii.

��Because when we got up from the brothel's bed after having sex and were secretly packing our clothes to leave, that was the moment when I could not hold my head up the most; not only did I not dare to open my eyes to look at him, but I felt even more ashamed and regretful for what I had done, to the point of being embarrassed. I feel like I am really... shameless to the extreme!

After traveling around the world many times, the people I despise the most are the wealthy middle-aged ladies from America! Those rich women go on vacation in the name of sightseeing, but their real purpose is to use their bulging purses filled with US dollars to spend to seduce young handsome men in different places; to have fun with them and satisfy their shameless carnal desires; and when they have had enough fun, they just wave goodbye and leave. To be honest, what is the difference between them and the imperialist men who travel around the world as conquerors, raping and prostituting women everywhere and playing with local exotic women! ?

"But how could I be the same as them!? I would never do such a dirty and despicable thing even if you kill me! No! I am not! I am really not that kind of woman! "

��At this time, beside the dark bed, Alfredo gently lifted my hand, kissed the back of it, and said:

"Mrs. Zhang, I really like you! Do you know? When I saw you yesterday, I was attracted by your elegance and beauty. I couldn't sleep until the night. And this morning, when I drove to the hotel to pick you up, I was so anxious!"

I was so moved that tears almost fell. It turns out that he wanted me a long time ago! Doesn't that prove that I didn't seduce him? , isn’t she the kind of woman that I despise the most? !

I was immediately overjoyed and hugged Alfredo and gave him a passionate kiss. At the same time, I feel that I am no longer afraid or shy! I leaned on his muscular chest, feeling his strong arms around my waist and his big hands cupping my buttocks. I felt so happy that I couldn't help but thrust my belly forward and rub his male symbol. I even put my lips close to his ear and whispered in a coquettish voice:

"Well, baby! I'm in a hurry now, too. But I want to pee!"

"Oh! Come quickly!" She held my hand and wanted to quickly rush to the public toilet outside the brothel.

��But the rain had not stopped and we hadn't brought any rain gear with us. When he saw me standing under the eaves, unable to stand steadily, rubbing my legs together and shaking my bottom to hold back my urine, he shook his head and led me back to the bathhouse and toilet in the historic site. He asked me to take off my tight pants and watched me squat on a 2,000-year-old toilet bowl and urinate a lot...

He smiled and said, "Ah! You are so beautiful, even the way you urinate is so attractive! Tomorrow we will go to Palmerston and see the Greek temples. I must see you a few more times with my own eyes... the graceful manner of you using the toilet!..."

I believe Alfredo could not see the blush on my face in the dark, but what really made me ashamed was that I shook my buttocks to get rid of the urine drops, and while I found toilet paper to wipe my buttocks, I said to him:

"But, baby! I can't wait until tomorrow to see the ancient Greek temples. I want to go to a hotel with you and get a room!"

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That's right. The next day, after Alfredo took me on a quick tour of the Greek temple, we rushed to a small hotel nearby. In a simple room that overlooked the stone pillars and ruins of the ancient Greek temple, the two of us, like a couple in love, enjoyed more and more soul-stirring sex.

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