[Repost] Checking into a hotel with a 33-year-old woman (family incest adult novel)

First of all, let me state that this is a true story that happened to me.

At the end of the year before last, I met a new girlfriend. She is 33 years old, but still unmarried. She is the general manager of the East China region of a multinational company. Let’s not mention the name for now and just call him R. R has a pretty and delicate face, and that was what attracted me to her from the beginning. But after she took off her makeup, it was discovered that she had no eyebrows!

R said that she had her eyebrows tattooed when she was in college and her eyebrows were damaged and they would never grow back.

But this is not so bad. R's figure is very unfortunate. I found this out after she took off her clothes. There is so much fat on her belly as if she had given birth to a child, but her breasts are as small as a boy's. It is no exaggeration to say that they are basically flat!

By the way, let me talk about the bras nowadays. They are all made of thick sponges and are very deceptive. They can look like two towering Mount Tai on the airport runway. I really don’t know what part of today’s beauties is real!

R's father started his business as early as the early 1980s, so the family is well off. Now it is managed by her brother, and she probably won't be the heir to the family business. However, due to her family background, R has a narcissistic sense of self-esteem and feels very noble. She always carries branded handbags and wears branded clothes. She also often says that she has two fur coats worth nearly 100,000 yuan, but I have never seen her wear them. Of course, if she wore them, I don’t know if they were worth the price she said.

But the funny thing is that when she met me, she didn't even have a car. The second-hand TIIDA she drives now was the one I bought for her after she met me. Of course it costs a lot of money to get a woman like this into bed. It cost me about 300,000 yuan in about a year.

Let’s stop talking nonsense and get down to business.

Last year’s Valentine’s Day was on a Thursday. Originally, every Thursday night R would go to the chess and card room with a bunch of friends to play mahjong, but she turned down the game in order to spend Valentine’s Day with me.

By the way, let me tell you about the episode when R was playing mahjong: R was playing mahjong with a boy in his early 20s who worked in sales, and they had an unusual relationship. Once, R arrived early and the other two had not arrived yet, so R actually went to see a movie with this little boy. Sometimes, after playing mahjong until 1 or 2 in the morning, R would go to Xintiandi with him to have a drink. Everyone knows that after 11 o'clock at night, people's thoughts will undergo subtle changes. If a single man and a single woman go to a bar in the middle of the night, how could something not happen? So I suspect that R is also having an affair with this little boy.

That was an interlude, let’s not talk about it for now.

That day, I drove to pick up R after work, and then went to a five-star hotel in the city center for dinner, and of course we had to get a room at the end.

When I met R, she had already bought me a Valentine's Day gift - a men's penis made of chocolate. At that time, I had no gift for her.

When we got to the hotel and checked into the room, I said to R, "You go up first, I'll go to the restaurant and reserve a table."

When the elevator reached the restaurant on the 4th floor, I went downstairs, and R went directly to the room on the 26th floor.

I first came to the restaurant, booked a seat, and ordered a bottle of French red wine. Then I asked the waiter not to bring the wine up yet. After R came, he would quietly deliver it to my room and put a rose on the bed. After I gave the waiter a tip of 500, the waiter left happily.

After I had arranged everything, I called R and asked her to come directly to the restaurant. After a while, R arrived.

So we ordered dishes. Of course, a Valentine's Day dinner would include bird's nest, abalone, sea cucumber, foie gras and the like. As for wine, there would be red wine served in the room later, so I ordered German ice wine.

After the cold dishes, the bird's nest was served. R said to me with a smile: "Honey, I look very bad recently. You have to nourish me well!"

"How do I make up for it?" I said after taking a sip of German ice wine.

"Of course, take me to eat bird's nest once a week. That's the only way to keep me in good shape!"

"No problem," I thought to myself, it wouldn't cost much anyway: 600 for a serving of bird's nest, and I go to bed with it twice a week, so I won't lose anything.

Of course, the atmosphere during dinner was very good, and we kept chatting and laughing until after 10 o'clock in the evening. Then I ordered the bill, paid the room bill with the room card, and prepared to go upstairs with her. At this time, R's cell phone rang.

Since R's ears are not the most sensitive, he usually turns up the volume on his phone very high, and he can tell that it is a man.

Of course R knew it was a man from the phone number, a man she knew, probably in his 40s and not married.

R spoke to him in Cantonese, with a very excited and ambiguous expression.

It turns out that R thought I couldn’t understand Cantonese, but she was totally wrong. I can understand, but I pretend not to.

R said: "You are out here alone, it's Valentine's Day and you didn't ask me out."

I don't know what the man said, but R was laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking. He also said ambiguously: "You thought of me when you were alone. If you had told me earlier, I could have accompanied you."

I don't remember the exact words, but they sounded very ambiguous and even a little flirty.

Comrades, even if I don’t want to really marry R and just regard her as a girlfriend, any man will still be unable to help but get angry at this time.

But I didn't show any anger on the surface. I just said impatiently, "This long distance call seems to be taking too long. Will it ever end?"

So R hung up the phone unhappily and said explanatoryly: "It's Mark, hey, you know Mark."

Damn, when did you tell me about this guy named Mark? Who do you think he is? Mayor? Do I have to know him? I knew that what R said was clearly an excuse, as if I knew this man existed.

"I don't know! I don't want to know! Today is Valentine's Day. If someone can call you at around 10 o'clock tonight, our relationship must be special!" I could feel myself gritting my teeth as I spoke.

It was many days later that I found out that the man's surname was He, his English name was Mark, he drove a cheap BMW 3 Series, and he was a manager of another multinational company in this city. R often worked with him to use his company's resources to take advantage of others. Anyway, they were all stealing foreigners' money and it was none of my business. But I think that people who have close financial or business dealings, or close interactions in life, and who meet more than once a week, basically have something embarrassing going on.

There is another thing that makes me believe that the relationship between R and Mark is not as simple as she explained: R once went to Hong Kong on a business trip and stopped by Macau. She stayed at the Venetian and thought the room was very nice. She suddenly became excited and took photos of the room and sent them to everyone around her via MMS. Naturally, this brother Mark was also on the list. When Mark found out, he flew over immediately and treated her to a meal!

Of course R said this in such a light-hearted way, but I guess they must have gone to bed after dinner!

So, even though she refused to admit her affair with Mark, I had already accepted this fact. In fact, this was also the biggest reason why I dumped her later! I don't want to wear a tall green hat!

R always explained to me: "If I liked Mark, I would have been with him a long time ago, why would I look for you?"

And he added, "I must arrange a meeting between you and Mark so that you will trust me."

But the funny thing is, when we broke up, I still had no idea what Mark looked like. I later realized that this might have been R's strategy to gain my trust. As for why she came to me even though she had Mark, I figured it was because Mark didn't want to marry a woman as old as her, and I lied to her and said I was willing.

Of course, these are all stories that happened after Valentine's Day. If I'm interested one day, I'll write it all down for the entertainment of the DXs.

I angrily went up to the 26th floor with R to the room we booked.

A five-star hotel is a five-star hotel after all. The suites are indeed large enough and decorated in the utmost luxury.

As soon as the door opened, R went in first. When I went in, I closed the door with my left hand and locked it with my right hand.

"I'll take a shower first." R said in a low voice without any anger. I guess she was a little unhappy because I asked her to hang up the phone impatiently just now.

By the way, I would like to add that since Valentine's Day, R has set his phone to vibrate mode whenever he is with me.

"kindness". I didn't say much and went into the inner room.

Upon closer inspection, she saw that the waiter had indeed brought the flowers and red wine, but she didn't see them because she went straight into the bathroom. I decided not to give her the chance to enjoy what was meant for her. I viciously crushed the rose and threw it into the trash can, then covered it with some paper so that she couldn't see the flowers underneath.

I put the wine on the wine cabinet so it looked like I had to pay for it.

After I undressed, I smoked a cigarette, then I heard her start to take a shower, so I rushed into the bathroom.

First I urinated on her stomach and body, then I ignored her and started washing myself. I put shower gel all over my body, then held her and slid around, as if she was giving me a Thai bath.

She wasn't too happy about it.

I don't need to care about her attitude at that time. I don't care about her. I just want to make myself comfortable.

After I finished washing, I went out by myself.

After a while, R also finished washing and came out. I jumped on her and threw her down on the bed. I grabbed her legs, spread them apart, lifted them up, and put them on my shoulders. Then I roughly inserted my already erect little brother into her lower body.

"Ah!" She must have screamed in pain!

Damn it, I just want to let you taste the feeling of rape. I changed my previous gentle attitude when making love and penetrated you hard, again and again. Every time I penetrated, it seemed to be injected with my resentment and unhappiness.

What I need is to vent and take revenge on this bitch!

Having said that, the little hole below R is quite tight, and it does feel like a tight grip, and the hole is also very deep. My little brother is 16cm long, but when I insert it, it still feels bottomless. When R had sex with me for the first time, we hadn't had sex for a while. I felt that R's hole was very tight, and the wrinkles on the surrounding walls inside could be felt very clearly when rubbed. But later on, R's hole was indeed loosened a lot by my insertion.

But after all, I am in my 30s and there is really not much water left. Except for the first few times of intercourse when there was more water, the water became less and less afterwards. However, in the first few times, the hole was tight and there was a lot of water, but later the hole was loose and there was less water. It felt like I didn't insert much, but the friction was quite strong.

For women after 30 years old, the self-cleaning function of the vagina is much worse, and they are very prone to vaginitis. Once when I was fucking R, white vaginal fluid should have flowed out, but this time, pieces of stuff like tofu dregs flowed out, which was very disgusting. Afterwards R went to the hospital for a check-up, and the result was vaginitis. Damn!

She actually said that it was the first time she had this disease and that I must have infected her. I was so scared that I couldn't sleep well for a week. But when I went to the hospital for a check-up, there was nothing wrong!

Later she let it slip that a client once invited her to Yangcheng Lake to eat crabs and they stayed there. The hotel was dirty, so she got vaginitis. This disease is not easy to cure and is prone to relapse, so it broke out.

You're lying to a three-year-old! The vagina is originally closed, and usually the two pieces of flesh are clamped tightly together, so nothing is inserted into it. Could it be that the bacteria are flies that flew in by themselves? It seems that I had an affair with someone else during the trip to Yangcheng Lake, and I was lied to!

Let’s get back to the topic.

While I was fucking R, I turned on my cell phone. At that time, I was using NOKIA's N93, a cell phone with a powerful camera function. I took pictures of her lewd appearance, made a video, and posted it online. I wanted all men in the world to appreciate R's lewd appearance.

Gradually, R's fluid increased and she started to moan.

The sound of R's moaning was very strange, a kind of roar coming from the throat, very loud,

"Oh, oh, oh, husband, husband, oh, oh."

It was loud, but not the kind of screaming that could be heard downstairs.

During the fucking, of course I didn't forget to take care of the chocolate she bought for me. It was quite fun to poke her down there with the penis-shaped chocolate. However, I originally thought it was a solid chocolate, but it was actually hollow, and it broke after a few pokes. So I had to poke it with my flesh again.

I also stuffed the fruit that the hotel gave me - cherry tomatoes, which are small tomatoes the size of grapes - into R's little mouth.

"What are you doing! You're going to fail!" R said anxiously.

I ignored her and stuffed another one in. In fact, if there is something under a woman, as long as it is small enough, round enough, and has a smooth surface, it will slide out automatically. What can't come out? Unless she had tried to put something like a pen cap in there before and found it difficult to get out, how would she know that it was impossible to get it out?

After stuffing 7 or 8 of them in, I reached in with my right index finger and picked them out one by one.

Then I put my cock in her, and thrust it forward and backward, left and right, and in circles, turning her over and over, making her stand on the floor, kneel on a chair, lie on the table, and sit on the basin. Anyway, I continued to fuck her for two hours. After using various positions,

"I'm about to cum. Do you want me to cum in your stomach, on your face, or in your mouth?" I asked her hatefully.

"Please, don't cum on my face and mouth, cum inside me, or on my stomach," she begged.

Cum inside? Of course I can't fall into her trap. What if I get pregnant? Wouldn't that be troublesome?

Damn it, how could I listen to her? I pulled out my gun one second before shooting and shot all my descendants into R's face.

R wanted to escape, but I grabbed her hair with both hands, so she couldn't escape and I ejaculated all over her head and face.

Since R has short hair and has maintained it for 10 years, I smeared the semen on her face and head to every corner of her face and, of course, every strand of her hair.

R was almost crying, and I felt so good.

Take a shower, get dressed, get the wine, go downstairs, check out.

It was exactly one year from the time I met R to the time I broke up with her.

Through R, I have a deep understanding of unmarried women of 33: it is impossible for women of 33 to get married, because they have been waiting for such a long time, and they will never compromise and find a poor man. And rich men will not find a 33-year-old, and of course rich men want to find a 23-year-old. In this way, when women are not married at the age of 27 or 28, they become more anxious. This anxiety gradually becomes a habit over time, so when they see men, especially outstanding men, they have to flirt with them, so they look more coquettish.

I made an appointment with R to meet every Tuesday night and Sunday afternoon. Because everyone is busy on Monday and usually doesn't have much time. I have to socialize with clients on Wednesday and Thursday and don't have time. R has to play mahjong on Friday and everyone rests on Saturday, so Tuesday night and Sunday afternoon are our fixed date times.

The general schedule on Tuesday night is that I pick up R after get off work and then have dinner with him. Of course, sometimes I will invite some of R’s best friends and girlfriends to have dinner together and then get a room. On Sunday afternoon, we would first get a room, then go out for dinner, then come back and do it again before everyone went home.

Now let’s talk about what happened in April last year.

Because R made me very unhappy on Valentine's Day, and another incident happened in March, I stopped paying attention to her.

Let me first explain what happened in March.

"We may not be able to meet next Tuesday." R suddenly said when we were about to check out and leave after the passion on Sunday night.

"Oh, then I'll arrange the client entertainment." I thought about it and I happened to be meeting with the leader of a city bureau, and the time had not been decided yet, so let's set it for Tuesday.

"What do you have to do on Tuesday? Isn't every Tuesday our legal time?" I asked.

R didn't answer immediately. He thought for a moment, then said slowly, "There will be a global freight forum at the International Convention and Exhibition Center next Tuesday. Our Singaporean boss will be there, and I will definitely have dinner with him."

I think even if the boss from Singapore comes to have a meal, that is normal and it is not likely to be too late.

My boss and I usually don’t finish socializing too late, so I said, “Then let’s each do our own thing and contact each other after dinner.”

Just like that, Tuesday arrived in the blink of an eye.

I socialized with my boss smoothly as planned, and we finished discussing most of the business, so the dinner ended around 8 o'clock.

After I sent my boss out of the restaurant, I called R and said, "I'm done. Are you done?"

"I'll be there for a while, but not too long." R replied on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, where are you? So I know if I'm far from you." I wanted to know where she was eating.

It sounded quite noisy over there. "We had dinner at Xintiandi. The boss took this opportunity to invite some clients and friends to have dinner together. They were all foreigners."

It looked like there were quite a lot of people there, so I said, "Okay, I'll call you back later," and hung up the phone.

I drove out of the parking lot and headed straight towards Xintiandi. I was eating at a restaurant in the western suburbs. There is some road to Xintiandi, and it takes about half an hour to get there by taking the elevated road.

I think I won't call her. She will probably call me after the dinner.

The elevated highway was still quite crowded at around 8 o'clock, and by the time I arrived at Xintiandi, it was around 8:45.

I parked my car on the side of Madang Road, rolled down the windows, listened to the radio and smoked a cigarette.

I don’t know how long it was before I felt a little chill. After all, the weather in March is still quite cold at night. I looked at the time. It was already 9:30 and R hadn't called yet. So, I could only call her again.

"Is it over?" I asked after the call was connected.

"Oh, it's not over yet, but it should be soon," R replied.

So I had no choice but to hang up the phone again. I thought, I won't call her again, I'll just wait for her to call me and see how late she can eat.

As we all know, if you are inviting clients to dinner, the dinner is usually scheduled for around 6:30 in the evening. Even if the guests arrive late, the dinner should start at 7 o'clock. A meal takes two hours, so it’s almost over by 9 o’clock. By 9:30, basically everything that needed to be said has been said, so it’s time to end it. Besides, R was driving and she didn't drink. She said her boss didn't drink either, so the dinner should be almost over by 9:30 anyway.

So I waited until about 10:15, then I started the car and left. It seemed like I didn't know what tricks R was going to play today.

I drove all the way back to the western suburbs and parked on a small road not far from my home.

I thought, if R called, I would tell her that I couldn't wait and had left, after all, I had to go to work tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, I waited in the car until 11:30 but did not receive a call from R.

Damn it, play with me! The anger in my heart suddenly rose up.

I called R, but he didn't answer. I called again, but he still didn't answer.

Did you sleep with your boss? This slutty woman! I thought angrily.

I'll call her again. If she doesn't answer, I'll go back and never want to see her again.

After the call was made, the phone rang for a long time, and just when it was about to be disconnected, R answered the phone.

The moment R answered the phone, I heard a very noisy voice on the other end of the line.

I spoke first: "What's wrong with you? You haven't finished eating until 11:30?"

R obviously didn't hear me clearly, but she guessed what I meant from my intermittent voice.

"After dinner, the boss invited his friends to have a drink together. They booked a big private room in the biggest bar in Xintiandi and had a drink together!" R seemed to be showing off a bit when he said it.

Damn it, when I held the board meeting, I booked all the revolving restaurants in Xinjinjiang! What’s so great about booking a private room in a bar? It seems that R’s head office isn’t very rich! At most, it is a low-quality foreign-funded company.

"Aren't you driving? Why are you drinking? Didn't you say you wouldn't drink today?" I asked a little annoyed.

Because in my opinion, if a woman drinks and doesn't know how to control herself, she can easily be taken to bed, especially an unmarried, impatient old woman like R. Even though I will never marry R, ​​I cannot accept R sleeping with other men.

"They insisted that I drink, and I only had a few glasses of red wine," said R.

What? Damn, did you drink “a few glasses” of “red wine”? It was a group of foreigners drinking together! I am very annoyed.

I yelled at R: "Don't you see what time it is? I've been waiting for you till now!"

"You didn't call me, I thought you went back!" R argued.

"Why didn't you answer my call just now?" I was very angry.

"It was too noisy in there, I didn't hear it." said R.

OK! Damn, this bitch was so engrossed in chatting with some foreigner that she couldn’t even answer my phone call. nonsense! If she knew I was going to call her, would she still ignore the phone? How can I not hear it? The phone will light up when there is an incoming call, why can't I see it? It's clearly a sophistry!

I still don't know why R didn't answer the phone that day, nor do I know what she did in the private room of the bar that day. To be honest, I don’t want to know. I think if I knew, I might be even more sad, so it’s better not to know.

"You're going too far!" I cursed and hung up the phone. After a while, my cell phone rang again. I looked and it was R calling.

"What else do you have to say? I've been waiting for you until now! But you're fucking drinking with other men?" After I said this, I hung up the phone again.

R called me again, and I just hung up the phone and turned it off.

I originally wanted to play with R, but I didn't expect to be played by her.

I never want to see R again.

After this incident, R called me for a whole week, but I didn’t answer.

Later, R came to persuade me through one of her girlfriends, and she kept persuading me. I thought it was still possible to date R. After all, R was 33 years old and was quite experienced in bed. It felt good. So I started to interact with R again.

This Tuesday, R knew that I was still a little unhappy, so he didn't dare to make any requests for meals.

When thinking about where to eat, she said, "Didn't you say last time that the farm food in Zhujiajiao is delicious? Let's go there."

After get off work, it is better to go to Zhujiajiao to eat than to look for a restaurant in the city. It is still very fast to take the highway, and the road is also empty when you go out of the city.

The fishing restaurant we went to was not actually on the food street in the town, but was located by a small river in the new district. Since the river food is fresh, business has always been good.

The two of us ordered a plate of fried snails, a plate of chicken greens, a steamed wild mandarin fish, 3 taels of wild river shrimp, a wild turtle weighing about 1 jin, and 3 bottles of beer.

The eating process is omitted.

The two of them ate very quickly and finished before 8 o'clock. Firstly, there were few people, and secondly, the curiosity I had about R in the beginning no longer existed. I had already had sex with him N times, and the novelty was gone, so I didn’t talk much. After dinner, R suggested going for a drive around the area.

So we went for a drive. Now that I think about it, it was actually planned by R. She wanted to increase my sense of novelty and interest in her by having sex in the car outdoors.

"We can't get a room today. It's so late. We have to go back to the city and book a room, then check out." R said after walking around for a long time.

"Yeah, then let's not get a room today," I said.

"Do you want to try doing it in the car?" R teased me.

"Okay!" I agreed without even thinking about it. Anyway, it's only April, there are no mosquitoes, and the weather is not too cold.

Having sex in my car is very dangerous because the interior lights of my car turn on automatically. As long as the door is opened, the lights will turn on, and cannot be turned off manually unless the door is closed. But even if the door is closed, there is a delay of about 15 seconds before the lights are turned off.

So if I want to do it in my car, I have to make sure there is no one around, otherwise it will be easily discovered by pedestrians. Fortunately, there are fewer people on the roads in the suburbs.

We chose a road in the new district. There is a bay-style parking strip on this road, which will be used for buses to park at the station in the future. However, there are no buses coming here yet. This is a newly built villa area, and it is estimated that the houses have not been delivered yet. I also don't dare to park my car in a place that is too secluded. Firstly, I'm afraid of encountering a strong man. Secondly, the police are most concerned about very secluded places in the suburbs and often visit to take care of them. So I had to choose a road with street lights.

I parked the car, asked R to sit in the back seat, opened the right rear door, and stood outside the right rear door.

I don't want to do it in a sealed car because the water vapor will cover all the windows and the people inside will have no idea what's going on outside. I don't want to put myself in a situation where I can't understand the situation in the outside world.

Now I stand outside the car and can clearly see everything on the road, including cars coming in both directions and cyclists on the non-motorized lane. Comrades, please note that the ceiling light in my car is on.

I took off all of R's pants and threw them on the passenger seat. I pulled her legs out of the door and made her lie down on the back seat. Then I kicked her right leg against the edge of the right rear door and put her left foot on the middle pillar of the two right doors. In this way, her flesh hole was completely open to my lower abdomen. R is not tall, only 1.56 meters, so she can pose in this way. However, girls who are too tall may not be able to use this pose because of their long legs.

I took a look at R's flesh hole and couldn't help but sigh in my heart: A slutty woman is a slutty woman. As soon as it was positioned, it became wet, and the white water flowing out of the hole was hanging on the edge of the hole. I guess this has something to do with the excitement in the wild. It's not like this in the hotel. It always takes a lot of foreplay to lubricate.

But I couldn't get hard so quickly, so I could only pull my pants down to my knees and rub her vagina gently with my DD.

As R moaned softly, DD grew bigger and bigger. So, he inserted his gun into the hole, moving it in and out slowly, fully feeling R's soft flesh and tenderness.

About 10 minutes later, two dark shadows appeared in the distance on the non-motorized vehicle lane near where we parked our car.

I stopped twitching and watched carefully.

"Dear husband, why aren't you moving?" R was anxious.

"Take a break." I didn't tell R that someone was coming on a bike. I want to see it clearly first, so I have to hide for 15 seconds.

As the two shadows got closer and closer, I could finally see them clearly when they were 100 meters away from us.

They were two female workers in factory uniforms, riding over on bicycles.

It must be a female worker who was working the middle shift and was passing by here on her way home. That was my guess at the time.

So, a more exciting idea came to my mind. R is not my wife anyway. Letting them watch me fuck her will not only be fine, but will also give me greater stimulation and pleasure.

Of course I can’t tell R that someone is coming, otherwise we won’t be able to play!

The two female workers were probably around 20 years old and were passing by me from behind.

From their perspective, you can see this picture: my back is facing them, my top is lifted up, my pants are pulled down to my knees, and two naked women's legs are in a V shape in front of me and extending from my shoulders. You can tell what we are doing at a glance.

Since they were on their way home from get off work, they were not in a hurry and so rode slowly. The lights in my car were on, so they could easily see R lying on the back seat when they passed by us.

R was lying down, immersed in the waves of pleasure in her lower body, with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, and calling "husband, husband" over and over again.

When they were close enough to see us clearly, I increased the force of my thrusts, and R's screams became louder.

Originally the two female workers didn't know what was going on, but this attracted their full attention, and all four eyes looked in our direction.

I clearly saw a blush quickly appear on both of their faces, then they looked at each other embarrassedly and rode away quickly.

If it weren't for today, they might never have seen two people having sex at such a close distance in front of them in their entire lives, and they were deliberately making a louder noise for them to see. This scene was extremely shocking to the two country girls.

And I also find it more exciting.

In the distance, a few more bicycles were approaching, and there were a few more behind them. This proves that my original estimate was very correct, and this road is exactly the only way for female workers to go home after get off work.

So, the same trick was repeated N times. Finally, the goods were delivered in great excitement. Under such extremely stimulating circumstances, the time will not last as long as checking into a hotel room, so it will only be about 20 minutes.

"Someone is coming." I pushed R and got into the car. R thought someone was really coming. Little did she know that the live sex show had already been seen by no less than 50 young girls.

Comrades, just imagine how it would feel if a girl working in a factory in the countryside ran into a senior executive in the city being fucked and screaming on her way home!

We had this kind of car sex more than 10 times in total, sometimes in Zhujiajiao, sometimes near the Taitaile factory, because these places were always visited by female workers coming off their mid-shifts.

Next time I will share with you some wonderful stories about visiting R’s friend’s house and attending her friend’s wedding, as well as her trip to Thailand to celebrate the Songkran Festival and having sex downstairs of her house.

Because I was busy with work in the past few days, business has picked up a little, and I finally have the possibility of safely getting through the financial crisis. So today I can finally continue writing a few words about the story I promised everyone to write.

Friends always ask me about the 300,000 yuan. Actually, I am talking about the money spent in one year, not one day! Why didn’t you read my previous articles carefully? Regarding the 300,000 yuan, I would like to give an explanation here to avoid suspicion from many friends.

In fact, 130,000 out of the 300,000 was used to buy a used car with the license plate for R; 40,000 was used to buy R a classic CHANEL bag; 50,000 was used to go to Thailand with her to celebrate the Songkran Festival; 30,000 was used to buy her car insurance and to compensate her when she crashed into someone else's car before buying the insurance; 20,000 was used to let her go to Hong Kong for a trip; and miscellaneous expenses such as booking hotels, buying various gifts for various festivals, etc. within a year totaled about 30,000 to 50,000.

In addition to the car and accident compensation, the annual expenditure is 300,000 yuan, and the normal expenses are 140,000 yuan, which is an average of more than 10,000 yuan per month, or 4,000 yuan per day. I also account for half of the consumption, so the cost is 2,000 yuan per day. The market price of a sauna hour is 600, and it takes 3 times a day to make ends meet. Alas, Lian Po is getting old! Now that I think about it, no matter how I look at it, I'm the one who's at a disadvantage! But I didn't think too much about it at the time, and I didn't use cost analysis to calculate it.

This time, I am writing about a story that happened in the parking lot of the community downstairs from R's building at night.

Before dinner that day, since it was raining, we decided to go home after dinner. Unexpectedly, the rain stopped after the meal.

R asked me to drive her home, but it was too early, so we parked the car in their community and chatted in the car for a while.

"Is my bag nice-looking?" R pointed to a red handbag she was holding.

"Well, not bad, it's from CHANEL. When did you buy it?" I replied.

"Just if you gave me 40,000 yuan last week, I would have bought it." R said casually.

"Ah? So fast!" I said.

"Yes, this is a new model, with red leather and a gold chain. I ordered it in advance from the store." said R.

I thought to myself, the last time R asked me for money, she said that their salaries were paid directly to them by their boss in Singapore. Last month, there was a problem in Singapore and the money was not transferred. She said she had no money and asked me for it, so I gave it to her. I didn't expect that she had planned it all along. Forget it, think about it, it’s just a few tens of thousands of dollars.

But this woman R is really strange. She doesn't buy a house even though she has money. She would rather live with her brother, sister-in-law, parents, and has a very stiff relationship with her sister-in-law. Logically, she should find a place to live as soon as possible. If R had money, she should have solved the problem of housing first, but she just likes to buy branded goods. She bought a lot of "junk" branded clothes and put them at home, saying that they would appreciate in value. It's ridiculous. When he bought the clothes in 2007, they were new models and he spent the price of new models. But he didn't wear them, and when he took them out in 2008, they were last year's old models and were only worth the price of the old models. I don't know how R calculated this.

The saying "Birds of a feather flock together" is always true.

R has a girlfriend named Lili, who is also a similar woman, but her figure is much fuller than R's. Lili is the same. She rents a house but wants to have a dream wedding at Hong Kong Disneyland.

Lili is also a woman who dresses elegantly and fashionably, but she is actually only 23 years old. She originally dated an old man from Taiwan, but was dumped by the old man after having fun with him. Now she has dated a boy whose family runs a small business in Guangdong, also 23 years old. She deceived him into buying a car and a diamond ring, but not a house.

I asked her why she didn't buy a house, and she replied: I couldn't get the house when I divorced, but the car and diamond ring were hers.

How shocking! She's about to get married, but she's calculating so clearly.

I didn't want to dwell on the bag issue, so I asked again: "Oh, let me ask you a question. If you feel it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer it."

"Okay, what's the problem?" R said with a smile.

I paused and said slowly, "Before sleeping with me, has anyone ever made you feel this good?"

"Ha, I'm 33 years old. If I say I've never felt comfortable before, wouldn't that mean I'm incompetent?" R glanced at me.

She then told me that her sex life basically went like this:

When I was in college, I met a man, not a classmate of course, and it happened for the first time. However, this man seemed to be a gangster or a hooligan around the university.

When she talked about this "hooligan", her tone was as if she wished he would die soon.

I remember her original words were: I don’t know if he is still alive now!

After work, she met the son of her father's colleague, but she looked down on "male sons" and did not have any relationship with him. Now he is married with children. She also met him once at the Botel Man Hotel in this city.

What's funny is that R's father's colleague, an old man, also took a fancy to her. He would go to her house from time to time in the name of borrowing or returning books. Sometimes when she was not at home, the old man would actually wait for her. Later, R's father found out and was so angry that he beat him with a broom. As a result, the two old men could no longer even be friends.

From this, it seems that R is indeed a very coquettish and aggressive woman, who even doesn't let old men go. Generally speaking, as long as my father's friends behave well, whether they are elders or juniors, the old man will not think too much about it. It's just that R looks like an egg with a crack, so it's no wonder that the old flies are staring at him. (Thinking about it now, I was also hooked up by R at that time, but of course I am not an old man)

Later, R met a foreigner, probably from the same company, a Malaysian, who worked directly in R’s office.

Since they are not of the same race, the "Malay man's" thing was too big and it made R's pussy bleed. R was scared, and because the size was so mismatched, she dared not have any contact with the "Malay man" again. Of course, I think the reason couldn't be that simple.

Before me, there was a private enterprise owner who was engaged in construction projects, but he was a henpecked guy and drove a BMW 7 Series. Once I went to Zhouzhuang with many friends, and R took his car. It turned out that the guy who originally drove recklessly drove the car steadily, and as a result, R, who loved riding, naturally ended up in his bed.

However, because his wife was watching him closely, the "7 Series Man" could only ask the driver to send money to R frequently.

Whenever R liked something, he would ask her to buy it, and would say, "Buy it, buy it. If you don't buy it, you're a fool (Note: [Awuruan] is a dialect, meaning a very bad and stupid person)", so R and her girlfriends would often use this sentence to tease each other.

Because R forced the "7 Series Man" to divorce and marry her, the affair was exposed. The "7 Series Man's" wife sent a private detective to follow R every day, making R mentally confused and unable to fight back. In the end, he fainted and stayed in the hospital for a month. R had to let go out of fear. Of course, this is what R told me, but I still didn't quite believe it. I guess the "7 Series Man" was just like me, tired of her and wanted to find a way to get rid of her.

Having said that, everyone knows that RA really likes to do it in places other than hotels, such as in the office, in the car, and in the wild, haha. So it was R who initiated the first sex in the car, and I did it a few times in her office at her request.

There is another annoying thing that needs to be explained. On my birthday, I made an appointment with R and some of her close friends to go to Qiangui Karaoke. It might be what R and Mark talked about, because they talk on the phone several times a day. So this man also booked another room on the same floor as the one I booked, of course I didn't know it at the time.

As we were singing, R said she wanted to go to the bathroom too when her girlfriend went to the bathroom. There was a bathroom in the large room I booked, but it was occupied by her girlfriend, so R went to the public bathroom outside.

I didn't think it was strange at the time until half an hour later when R still hadn't come back. I had already been a little drunk by her girlfriends, so I went out as well, firstly to get some fresh air, and secondly to go to the bathroom to look for R.

Qiangui stipulates that the doors and windows of each room are transparent, so people outside can clearly see the people inside, but the glass area is a bit small, so it is not easy to see without paying attention.

I went to the bathroom to pee first, and then called R's name several times outside the women's room, including her Chinese name and English name, but of course no one answered.

I wanted to call R and ask her where she was, but I found that I didn’t bring my cell phone with me in the room, so I had to go back in disappointment.

When I passed by a small room next to the toilet, I actually saw R in it, and Lili was there too, and there was a man with his head buried in Lili's chest. Because Lili's breasts were very big, the man buried his head there, and I couldn't see who it was. R was laughing and singing at the same time, which made me feel very strange.

I didn't go in and went straight back to my room. I never told R what I saw that day. I guess R's breasts must have been touched by that man. Poor R's flat breasts and big nipples. I wonder how she was ravaged by that man at that time.

About half an hour later, R returned to our room. She said it was a coincidence that she met Mark and Lili singing here.

I said okay, why not call them over together, it will be more lively with more people.

She said no, they had already left.

Haha, Lili is a slut. I think she must have gone to a hotel with Mark now.

Just like that, I missed an opportunity to see Mark's appearance clearly. Oddly enough, Mark and I had run into each other a few times, but for various reasons, I had never seen what he looked like, and of course he hadn't seen what I looked like. However, R’s phone contains my photos and sex videos. I wonder if this slut showed them to Mark. I guess she did.

Having talked so much about irrelevant things, let’s get back to the topic.

As we chatted, it became late. R said, "Do you dare to do it downstairs? In the car?"

"Damn, what's there to be afraid of?" I thought to myself. We were doing it on the main street and even the migrant workers from the countryside had seen it, not to mention it was happening in the car at night.

"Okay, come on." R said and started to take off his pants.

That day she was wearing a pair of fleece pants that looked like sweatpants. They had no belt, only elastic bands, so they were easy to take off. After R took off his clothes, he rode on me.

I moved the seat net all the way back, unbuckled my belt, and took out my huge cock.

R hurriedly put my brother into her mouth. Wow, it turns out R has been horny for a long time, her pussy is wet, and I thrust all the way in.

"Si" R took a loud breath and then started moving up and down.

I didn't expect R to do this. I felt a little uncomfortable. But after all, we were downstairs from her. What if a neighbor came out? Wouldn't they remember my license plate number? There are also security patrols.

"Wait a minute, don't move, let me pull my pants down a little, otherwise your vaginal fluid will stain my pants again." I said.

R stopped moving, so I pulled his pants down a little.

"Hurry up!" R said anxiously. It turned out that she was indeed horny, and very horny.

In this extremely dangerous situation, R moved like a mad dog for five minutes without stopping.

"Wait a minute, don't move, the security guard is coming." I saw a security guard walking towards our car.

Then everything became quiet, so quiet that even our breathing could be heard clearly.

It seemed that the security guard was just doing a routine patrol. He walked past my car and headed towards the row of houses in front.

I was so scared. R was lying on top of me. Although my upper body clothes were on, I had no pants. If the security guard used a flashlight and found someone in the car, and asked questions, that would be terrible!

R sat on me and started stroking me again, moaning as she did so: "Oh, hubby..."

"Ugh, ugh, comfortable, comfortable..."

I said, "What are you doing now?"

R said with half closed eyes: "Lao Hai po pu." (Dialect: inserting pu

"What are you poking at? Whose pussy are you fucking?" (Dialect: Whose pussy are you fucking?) I asked again.

"Poke XXX's pussy." (Dialect: Insert XXX's pussy, XXX is R's name, it is inconvenient to disclose, so it is hidden.) R said excitedly.

"Did you feel comfortable when you were penetrated?" (Dialect: Did it feel good when you were penetrated?) I said.

"Shayi, Hashayi." (Dialect: comfortable, very comfortable) R became even more excited.

"Poke me, poke me, poke me to death, poke me to death, you rotten cunt!" R yelled. Her usual OL look was gone, and she looked like a complete slut!

Accompanied by R's obscene words and loud moans, I did not hesitate to shoot all my sperm into her body, completing the Nth time of internal ejaculation.

R leaned his head on my shoulder and rested for a while.

"I want to pee." R said suddenly.

"Then you can go back. You can just take the elevator to the 12th floor." This would be a good opportunity for me to get away.

"No, you keep an eye on it for me, I'll just do it next to the car." R seemed reluctant to go back.

R returned to the passenger seat, put on his pants, opened the door, and started to urinate right next to the car.

R finished peeing, got in the car, closed the door, and asked, "How is it? I look beautiful when I pee, right?"

I fainted. I didn't expect R to have a tendency to be voyeuristic.

As we were talking, I suddenly smelled a foul odor. I turned my head and frowned at R. I was about to ask,

R, however, snickered and said, "I farted."

Oh my god, women’s farts are so smelly. I had to roll down the car window a little. Who would have thought that in the next 15 minutes, R actually farted more than 10 times.

Damn, you can’t just fart at home, but have to fart in my car?

I was about to get angry, but R said, "My dad said that rich people fart more, and poor people burp more."

She even said her farts don’t stink. If I say they do stink, I’m just criticizing her! It makes me dizzy!

After chatting for a while, I said I was a little tired, so I let R out of the car and drove home quickly. Along the way, I rolled down all the windows and let the wind blow freely, blowing away the stinky fart smell left in my car.

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