I was originally a full-time stay-at-home mom, and I thought I could enjoy the life of a young grandmother for the rest of my life by marrying my second-generation rich husband, but who knew that the social scene was not good, and my father-in-law’s company went into a bankruptcy crisis as a result, and my husband’s assets became negative as well.
Hubby so every day to drink to drown his sorrows, every time is drunk to the rotten to be sent home, when in the university period of high wealth handsome wind clouds big handsome man look no longer exists.
I can’t even ask my husband for my monthly expenses, he only goes out drinking every day and hasn’t touched me in three months!
When I called my parents’ home to borrow money, my parents told me that my father-in-law’s family was not very rich and told me to borrow money from my father-in-law’s family.
(I couldn’t tell you the embarrassing fact that I married into a wealthy family in the first place, and now my father-in-law’s family is facing bankruptcy.)
For the sake of family expenses and children’s school fees, I had to put aside my status as a young granny and go out to work. Since I was well endowed in terms of appearance and appearance, I chose the fastest way to earn money for my business work.
I put on an OL outfit and became a pink-collar worker who commuted to work by tram every day, leaving my children in the care of my mother’s family for the time being.
I just entered the company or the island of inexperience, networking is not good, so there has been no performance, see the child next month’s school fees can not be paid.
That’s when I suddenly got a notice of a college reunion and thought maybe the class could help me close my first deal!
On that day, I put down the aperture of the past college days of the school’s flower, dressed in an OL outfit with the momentum of the imperative to close the deal to participate in the reunion of the university.
When I arrived at the restaurant, my classmates were shocked by my outfit and kept asking me why I was still working when I became a young grandmother. I could only force myself to smile and say that I hoped to take advantage of my youth to come out to hone my skills so that I could help my husband in the future.
Finally, it wasn’t in vain that I shamelessly handed out my business card everywhere at the reunion, and one of my classmates finally called me the next morning.
I picked up the phone excitedly, “Hello, it’s Quatre!”
The caller said, “Qu! I’m Fatty! Do you remember me?”
(My mind drifted to Fatboy, remembering that he was an obese nerd in college, and that he had cheekily chased me, but of course I gave him a hard time!)
I smiled hypocritically with a professional tone and said, “Of course I remember! You are now a fat director! Yesterday I also toasted you!”
Fatty smiled and said, “Yeah! Can you come to my company? I’m interested in your product!”
Hearing that Fatty was interested and might become my first customer, I immediately asked for the address and rushed to Fatty’s company with the documents.
When we arrived at Fatboy’s company and saw the signboard, we realized that Fatboy’s company has become a listed company, and also cross international!
(Fatty is a rich man now, I have to take this order!)
When I arrived at Fatty’s office, Fatty greeted me politely and warmly, and I introduced my company’s products cheerfully.
Halfway through my sentence Fatty suddenly interrupted me and said, “Qu, actually I heard that your father-in-law’s company is in financial crisis…”
(Fatty didn’t want to know about my company’s products, why did you suddenly bring up my father-in-law again?)
Fatty saw that I didn’t know how to answer, so he continued to speak, “You should need money urgently now, right? Look at all the high-priced products you’ve introduced to me!”
(My mind was completely blown by Fatty.)
I looked a little embarrassed as Fatty continued, “I’ll help you turn in one of your biggest orders, but you have to promise me one condition.”
(What conditions!? It must not be good, but right now I’m really in desperate need of a big order to rescue me.)
I spoke cautiously and asked, “What are the terms?”
Fatty spoke up, “Simple offer, just travel with me and pretend to be my wife for three days and two nights.”
(What! I have to pretend to be his wife for three days and two nights, doesn’t that mean I have to do what a wife should do too!!!)
Fatty saw me show an unhappy expression, he hurriedly continued, “Just fake it, I promise I won’t do anything to you, it’s because my client wants me to be someone with a family so he’ll trust me more.”
(I really need this big order right now, and if it really is just pretending to be his wife for three days and two nights, maybe…)
I spoke up and said, “Just fake it for three days and two nights and nothing else?”
Fatty looked at me with a sincere expression on his face and nodded.
I spoke again and said, “You’re going to sign my biggest order?”
Fatty replied sincerely, “Maximum pen! I’ll sign it right away if you promise!”
I nodded before pulling out my list and Fatty signed the contract without saying a word.
(I finally closed a big deal, happy and secretly worried that maybe I also agreed to a deal that could put me in danger.)
Signed a large single, back to the company to let all colleagues are shocked, a moment I became the company’s sales sister.
But after a few days of happiness, Fatty texted me that he would be going on a business trip next week, and that he had bought me a plane ticket.
(Looks like I’m really going to fulfill the conditions of my promise.)
I told my husband that because I had closed a big deal, the company was going to treat me and my coworkers to a three-day, two-night trip abroad, but my husband was still drunk and didn’t listen to me, so my youngest son bothered his mother’s family to take care of him for me for three days.
When I was organizing my luggage for going abroad, Fatty suddenly sent me a text message asking me to remember to bring the OL clothes and stockings that I wore last time I came to his company, saying that he wanted me to act as his personal secretary by the way.
(You want me to act as his personal secretary? That means he and I are the only ones traveling this time!)
As I was putting my OL outfit in my suitcase, I suddenly remembered when I was next coming and grabbed my laptop to do the math only to realize that the three days I was out of the country just happened to be my ovulation period!
Although I would certainly not compromise on letting that fat, ugly, fat boy take advantage of me in any way, I was careful to stuff three condoms.
(I will definitely not use all three condoms unless I have to! Absolutely!!!)
A few days later Fatty and I were in business class flying to another country, it wasn’t a trip, it wasn’t a business trip, it was a completely unwilling deal from the bottom of our hearts.
Out of the airport directly after a special car to take us to the hotel, this hotel is an internationally renowned hotel, and our room is still the presidential suite, fat boy registration room also deliberately specify that we are husband and wife, in the face of such a high-specification reception I actually did not have a trace of happiness.
(How great would it be if this came with the hubby and the kids?)
After entering the hotel, fat boy has been calling me his wife, go into the room fat boy poured two glasses of wine intimately called me: “wife, hard work, let’s have a drink!”
I ignored him and dragged my bags straight to the small guest room in the other part of the room as Fatty chuckled with his glass of wine, “Why are you ignoring people?”
I turned my head and looked at him with a disdainful expression and said, “The mouth is on you, it’s your freedom to scream or not, but it’s my freedom to ignore you!”
After Fatty took a sip of his drink, he laughed and said, “There’s personality! That’s the schoolgirl I knew in college, Xiao Qu!”
I had nothing to do after unpacking, so I walked around my room and visited, and when I passed Fatty’s master bedroom, Fatty caught a glimpse of me and panicked as he covered up his open luggage.
(Is it something unseemly to bring? Or something that’s a trade secret?)
Fatty hurriedly grabbed his wallet, then pulled a black card out of it and held it out to me and said, “Honey, there’s still some time left in the dinner party anyway, so take the card and go shopping to your heart’s content!”
I thought to myself that the ready-made kaiju in front of me, not to spend, so I took the card and turned around handsomely, and arrogantly walked out of the room without looking back.
I took my black card to every famous store and went to a famous afternoon tea restaurant to relive my previous life as a young grandma.
(Swiping up with someone else’s card is just too much!)
To the almost dark before I returned to the hotel with a large bag of brand-name, a room into the fat boy saw me hand bag of brand-name is also shocked, said: “Wow! Wife! You bought so many ah!”
I smugly held the black card between my fingers and said, “Who told you to give me this card? Heartbroken?”
Fatty smiled and leaned in close to me reaching out to put his hand on my shoulder and said, “So can you call me your husband?”
I shook his hand away with mine and said with a scowl, “Nice try!”
Fatty continued with a cheeky grin, “Honey, we’re going to the dinner party later, remember to change into your OL outfit!”
I carried the bag and replied without looking back, “Got it!”
I put on my OL outfit dressed as a secretary and followed Fatty to the fancy restaurant.
The waiter led us to our assigned table, where a black man sitting at the table saw us and stood up to greet us warmly.
(I didn’t realize that the guest we were going to meet was black, and he stood up a couple full heads above me!)
Fatty introduced us to the black man in English, luckily I still understand English, I just heard him introduce me as his wife and secretary.
Black people have been complimenting me on how pretty I am, how fit I am, and how I look like a 14 or 15 year old girl!
(Asian faces are supposed to look young abroad, and with him being so tall, I looked like a little girl standing next to him.)
I used fluent English to make small talk between the black man and Fatty, and the black man suddenly asked Fatty curiously what discernment he had used to pursue such a beautiful wife as mine.
Fatty replied to him smugly that it was because the one he had down there was thick enough to conquer me.
(I rolled my eyes infinitely in my mind when I heard Fatty open his yellow mouth so directly in front of me.)
The black man looked at me in disbelief and said, “Is that true?”
Faced with such a shy question, I awkwardly replied, “Don’t listen to his nonsense!”
The black man gave a look of envy and said, “That’s nice! I want to marry an Asian girl with a beautiful demeanor like yours too!”
During the small talk the black man kept revealing his admiration for me, the black man suddenly faced the fat boy and spoke, “I really can’t believe she’s your wife!”
Fatty grinned and moved his face closer to mine and said, “I’ll give her a kiss to prove it!”
Fatty signaled me with his eyes, and for fear of being broken up by the black man, I reluctantly turned my face sideways and closed my eyes to let Fatty kiss my cheek.
I didn’t expect the fat boy to kiss directly towards my lips, I was shocked inside but still pretended to be fine.
(This fat bastard, how dare he take the opportunity to eat my tofu!)
After this mouth-to-mouth kiss, the black man was finally convinced that we were a couple.
We dined and chatted pleasantly, and both the black man and the fat boy kept toasting me with glasses of wine, but were shrugged off with the excuse that I didn’t know how to drink.
(Being out of the country right now and being around men who aren’t really my husband, I can’t really get drunk here.)
After the meal the black man sent us to the door, when the car arrived I sat in the car first, but then I saw the black man had been staring at me in the car, a look of impatience whispered to ask the fat boy, “When?”
Fatty smiled and said, “No rush, tomorrow!”
The black man said with an excited look on his face, “Yes!”
(Are they finalizing the signing?)
When I returned to the hotel room, before I could take off my clothes, Fatty came over happily with two glasses of juice, “Big success! We can sign the contract tomorrow! Let’s have a drink to celebrate!”
I thought it was wine again, I looked at the cup in Fatty’s hand with skepticism, and Fatty hurriedly spoke up, “Don’t worry, it’s not wine, it’s just juice!”
I took the cup and smelled it to make sure it was not alcohol before I was willing to knock the cup with Fatty to drink the juice, and when I drank it, I suddenly glanced at Fatty’s face to reveal a trace of a weird smile.
(What does that smile mean, Fatty?)
At this time suddenly feel the whole ceiling began to twist around, head gradually dizzy up, I suddenly unsteady to the side fell down, fat boy in time to reach out and hold my waist, lost consciousness before I only remember fat boy a face of evil lewd smile expression.
I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I opened my eyes, I was spread-eagled and M-bound to a chair!!!!
(I can’t believe I was drugged by Fatty!)
Fatty just sat on the couch drinking wine seems to be waiting for me to wake up, and fat boy’s suitcase is open open in front of me, the suitcase of the inside of the surprisingly all the erotic products, there are vibrators, handcuffs, gag ball, blindfold … like a small action erotic products store.
After Fatty realized I was awake, he put down the glass of wine in his hand and walked towards me with a smile.
I said angrily to Fatty, “What are you doing! You said you wouldn’t do anything to me!”
Fatty leaned in close to my face and smiled lewdly, “With a bill that big, did you really simply think that accompanying me on a business trip would be enough?”
I angrily intimidated Fatty and said, “I have a husband, believe it or not I will sue you!”
Fatty continued to show his lewd face and said, “How did you tell your husband that you voluntarily accompanied another man abroad for three days and two nights and that you agreed to pretend to be someone else’s wife?”
I have no way to refute the fat boy’s words, only open wide-eyed stared hard at the fat boy, but the fat boy is not thought to say: “Remember when I chased you in college? How did you humiliate me then? You openly thought I was fat! You thought I was ugly! And you thought I was poor!!!”
(So Fatty is holding a grudge because of this!)
I softened my attitude and said, “What happened in the past was my fault, I’ll apologize to you, okay?”
Fatty said unhappily, “In order to get back at you, I’ve worked so hard for so many years to finally climb up to this position, and now a word of apology from you is all it takes?”
After saying that, Fatty grabbed my clothes and pulled them down, the buttons on my chest were all ripped off, and my bra and cleavage were exposed in front of him.
I screamed out in shock at Fatty’s sudden actions, screaming, “What are you doing! Stop it!”
Ignoring my words, Fatty reached down and ripped my entire bra off, and my snow-white breasts popped out in their entirety.
Fatty looked at my breasts and said lewdly, “I don’t know how many people wanted to see your huge tits back in college!”
In the face of Fatty’s humiliating wordplay, I responded defiantly, “Now that you’ve seen it, satisfied? It’s okay, right?”
Fatty suddenly opened his mouth and sucked hard directly towards my snow white breasts and I yelled in surprise.
Fatty grinned lewdly after leaving a reddish teeth mark and his drool on my breasts and said, “Now these huge tits belong to me completely!”
(Fatboy actually considers my breasts his exclusively now!)
Fatty suddenly half-kneeled on the floor in front of me, then grabbed my stocking-clad paws and sniffed them excitedly.
(So Fatty has this fetish, no wonder he had to make me wear this OL outfit.)
Fatty suddenly pulled down his pants, then pulled out his giant rod and started sniffing and masturbating on the soles of my feet.
(Seeing the meat stick that Fatty pulled out, I realized that what Fatty said before was true, his meat stick was really thick!)
The fat boy sniffed through his nose at one point, then rubbed his cheek against the stockings on my feet, while his hand underneath kept fiddling with his rod.
(If that’s what it takes to get Fatty to vent, then I’ll just have to put up with it!)
The more the fat boy smelled, the more excited he became, and he even ended up pushing his glans all the way up against the stockings above the palms of my feet.
(Don’t put a meat stick against the center of my foot, that’s disgusting…)
I thought that would satisfy Fatty, but he slowly sniffed his way up the soles of my feet to the middle of my thighs, and finally buried his entire nose in the middle of my crotch.
I screamed in panic, “No! Don’t smell there!”
I didn’t realize that it wasn’t enough for Fatty to sniff through the stockings, but he went ahead and tore a hole in the stocking in the middle of my crotch.
The fat boy used his fingers to move the panties inside the torn stockings to the side, and my entire pussy was exposed.
Ignoring my constant screaming, the fat boy pressed his nose right up to the opening of my pussy and sniffed it, while his other hand still kept fiddling with his rod.
After smelling it, Fatty said excitedly, “Your pussy and the soles of your feet smell so good! Now they all belong to me too!”
My mouth kept screaming no and Fatty finally couldn’t stand my screams, he turned around and grabbed a gag ball and shoved it directly into my mouth, turning me into nothing more than a whimpering whimper.
The fat boy then turned around and picked up the vibrator, then used the lubricant drops on the front of the vibrator, then pulled my panties aside and inserted the whole vibrator into my pussy, and I could only frown and whimper when my mouth was stuffed.
(My vagina, which hadn’t been penetrated by a man for a long time, was now being penetrated straight by a vibrator like this!)
Fatty turned the vibrator on, then put the grip of the vibrator over my panties to prevent it from falling out, and the vibrator began to rotate up and down inside my pussy, the inner walls of which were being scraped by the vibrator’s simulated glans.
(Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve had sex, and the dildo’s simulated glans keeps swirling around in my vagina making me feel especially sensitive.)
Fatty admired the expression on my face as I frowned and wanted to scream but couldn’t tell, while he excitedly rubbed his rod against the stockings on the soles of my feet.
Fatty jerked off as he growled low in excitement, “So good!”
At this time the doorbell of the room suddenly rang, and Fatty heard it and hurriedly put on his pants, then said excitedly, “Just in time!”
After the fat boy pulled my chest a little more open so that both of my breasts were fully exposed, he turned and walked off to open the door to the room.
(Fatty went so far as to make me run to the door bound to a chair topless with a vibrator in my bottom pussy!)
When Fatty opened the door, the waiter at the door spoke up, “Sir, here’s the meal you ordered.”
(My whole body was tense to the point of being deeply afraid that the waiter would walk in.)
I didn’t expect Fatty to speak up and say, “Take it inside for me!”
(Fatty even called the waiter in directly, simply wanting the waiter to see me in this shameful state now!)
The waiter wheeled in the food cart and when he walked into the living room the whole thing was stunned at the sight of me.
(He must have seen my bare breasts and the torn stocking opening underneath!)
The waiter stood at the original at a loss for words, the fat boy closed the door and walked over and spoke, “Put the food cart by my wife’s chair!”
The waiter hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed the food cart next to me, the waiter was so close to me, he should have noticed the panties bulging inside the torn holes of my stockings and the guttural low-frequency turning sound coming from inside, right?
(If this waiter wasn’t an idiot, then he must have known that I had a spinning vibrator sticking out of my lower body.)
The waiter was in the way of the fat boy next to him, so he didn’t dare to blatantly look at me directly, but his crotch underneath had long been bulging, when the fat boy walked into the master bedroom under the pretense of getting a tip.
(The fat boy was simply being intentional so that the waiter could look at my shameful appearance from the end with confidence.)
As expected, after the fat boy went in, the waiter boldly stared directly at my breasts and lower body, I shyly turned my head and did not dare to meet the waiter’s eyes.
(Fatty to humiliate me like this so much, to expose me to strangers in such a shameful manner.)
Perhaps it was the fact that being watched by strangers made my whole body tense up and my vagina kept shrinking and retracting, when the vibrator was actually squeezed to the point that it slipped out of the side of my panties and fell down next to the waiter.
When the waiter saw this, he squatted down and picked up the dildo that was covered in my lewdness and kept rotating, and his eyes kept staring at the slippery pussy opening where I had squeezed out the dildo.
(The waiter actually picked up the dropped vibrator! And now keeps staring at my leaking pussy mouth! Shame on you!!!)
At that moment, Fatty walked out and saw the waiter squatting between my open legs and holding a dildo covered in obscene fluids in his hand.
The waiter looked at Fatty in panic, but to his surprise, Fatty calmly said, “It fell out! Help me plug it back in!”
(What! The fat boy even asked the waiter to help him stick the vibrator back into my pussy!)
The waiter had the same disbelieving look on his face as I did after hearing that, and the fat boy came over with the money and said, “Stick it back in for me! I’ll give you an extra tip!”
(It’s not about the tip! How could anyone ask a waiter to help with something like that!)
After hearing this, the waiter’s breathing became rapid, and then used his fingers that were so excited that they were trembling to move my panties that were stained with lewd fluids to the side, and then held the dildo that was still spinning and aimed it at the opening of my pussy, and slowly inserted it in with a very slow, very slow speed.
(Is he thrusting that slowly on purpose? So he can get a closer look at my pussy!)
I shuddered with sensitivity as the waiter plunged the vibrator to the bottom, at which point the waiter released it.
My pussy was so wet that the rotating vibrator almost fell out again, and the waiter hurriedly grabbed the grip again and pushed it in deeper before covering the grip with my panties.
(It’s a good thing he had his underwear covered and wrapped around it, otherwise it kind of made me think he was purposely pumping me with a vibrator.)
After the vibrator was inserted back into my pussy, the fat boy took an overage tip and gave it to the waiter, who kept thanking him and left.
After the waiter left, Fatty said lewdly, “Guess what, if that waiter pulled out his rod in front of you, would I let him stick it in?”
(Fatty said such a perverted thing, he was just trying to humiliate me! A pretty girl with her legs open, exposing her wet pussy, any man would want to take off his pants and dive in, right?)
Fatty suddenly reached down and pulled out the vibrator that was stuck in his pussy, then looked at my wet pussy and said excitedly, “Looks moisturized enough!”
Then Fatty pulled his pants off and approached me with his huge prick in his hand, I shook my head in panic and kept making whimpering noises.
(No! You can’t stick it in!)
Fatty watched me chirp with excitement, so he unclipped the ball of my gag and I spoke up in a panic, “Don’t stick it in, please!”
Fatty moved his huge rod next to my face and said lewdly, “That depends on how you behave!”
(Fatty obviously meant for me to suck his dick!)
I forced myself to open my mouth and take Fatboy’s glans into my mouth, Fatboy’s glans was held comfortably by me and growled lowly, “Being held by the school girl’s little mouth is just awesome!”
(Fatty’s glans was full of fishy odor, but all I could do was keep sucking and licking it, wishing he’d just cum in my mouth.)
I tried my hardest to sell sucking and sucking on Fatboy’s glans, which seemed to be on the verge of ejaculating as his rod swelled up little by little in my mouth.
(I can’t believe I would work so hard at containing a man’s rod other than my husband’s and praying that he would cum in my mouth… I’m sorry, hubby…)
Fatty was getting a little too close to being able to take it anymore, and he hurriedly stepped back to pull his rod out of my mouth, then said excitedly, “That was so good! You almost blew it out of me!”
I didn’t realize that Fatty would move his nearly cumming rod to the mouth of my pussy and then lewdly say, “If you’re going to cum, of course you’re going to cum here!”
(No way! My flesh will be sullied by Fatty! Hubby…)
Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to get away, I had to speak up and say, “Wait…can I put a condom on first?”
(It’s my ovulation day and not wearing a condom is too dangerous for me!)
Fatty squatted down and pulled three condoms out of his pants pocket, and those three condom patterns weren’t the same three I brought!
Fatty held three condoms in front of me and said lewdly, “You even prepared three of them, you slut have actually been preparing to sleep with me for a long time, right!”
(The condom I brought just in case, now I can’t believe he’s calling me a slut who’s been ready to have sex with him for a long time!)
Fatty took the condoms I had prepared in his hands and ripped them all open and threw them all in the trash.
(I can’t believe he threw away all the condoms I prepared! Is he going to just…)
Fatty once again held his rod against the mouth of my pussy lewdly saying, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, I’ve peeked at your laptop, these days are your ovulation period, right?”
(I can’t believe Fatboy peeked at my laptop! And knew it was my ovulation day.)
My mind was all guessed by Fatboy, I stared at the rod outside my pussy opening in panic, Fatboy saw that I didn’t answer, he held his rod and squeezed his glans into my pussy opening a little bit, and then asked me once again, “Let me ask you, is today your ovulation period?”
Panicked, I spoke up and said, “Yes! Today is my ovulation day so please put on a condom!”
(Already about to be defiled by him, and he still has me saying such shameful things!)
After hearing this, Fatty suddenly pushed his waist forward, and his rod pushed all the way into my pussy in an instant, and my vagina was completely filled with Fatty’s thick rod.
The swelling sensation of my vagina being filled with a meat stick made me let out a lewd cry that I couldn’t stand.
Fatty spoke lewdly after inserting his entire rod into my pussy, “It’s all about getting off without a condom!”
(Hubby I’m sorry…I can’t believe I got penetrated by another man without a condom!)
Then Fatty excitedly grabbed my waist and pushed against me with a very strong force every time, my whole body kept shaking and the chair kept making noises when he pushed into me.
(Don’t push so hard, the pussy will get smashed…)
The fat boy suddenly jerked intensely a few times, feeling as if the rod inside his vagina had swollen a little more.
(Fatty is going to shoot!!!!!)
I hurriedly begged and screamed at Fatty, “Don’t cum in it! …”
Fatty simply ignored me and kept pushing his rod into my pussy harder and harder and kept squirting his cum deep inside my cunt.
(It’s over! Fatty ejaculated directly inside me, so there’s a good chance I’ll get pregnant!!!)
The fat boy after venting to pull out the rod, and then hurriedly picked up the table’s cell phone, and then will be my legs open pussy mouth flow of semen lewd picture all photographed down.
(I’ve been internally ejaculated by him, and he even had to film me in such an obscene way!)
After the picture was taken Fatty shook his head and said, “It’s all leaking out, it’s a shame that I saved my cum for you for so long!”
After venting fat boy’s meat stick obviously become smaller, fat boy is still excited to grab my feet, surprisingly began to use his mouth to contain my stocking wrapped toes began to lick up.
(Why won’t you leave me alone when you’ve already ejaculated.)
Fatty’s drool continued to seep into my stockings and into the crevices of my toes, which became so wet and slippery and disgusting that I couldn’t stand it!
I didn’t realize that Fatty was a stocking controller, and by containing my toes inside my stockings in this way, his prick surprisingly recovered quickly again.
With his meat stick hard again Fatboy untied my arms and legs and then asked me to put up my stilettos and go lie down on the table that was as high as my thighs, which of course I immediately refused to do!
I didn’t expect Fatty to take out his cell phone and let me look at the picture I just lusted after and say, “I’ve already uploaded your picture to my cloud hard drive, you don’t want me to pass it on to your husband as well, do you?”
(Fatty is actually threatening me with a picture!)
In the end I obediently put on my stilettos and plopped down on the table, and Fatty excitedly touched the stockings on my buttocks and said, “Such a glamorous arse is the most tantalizing!”
Fatty stood behind me and spread my legs a bit, then held his hardened rod and searched for the opening of my pussy, and when it was in the right place, he pushed it straight upwards into the pussy that was still dripping with semen.
(The position behind my back allowed Fatty’s rod to penetrate deeper and hit my sensitive spots.)
I let out a moan of sensitivity at the top of Fatboy’s rod.
(The sensation of penetration was particularly sensitive this time, and I wondered if it was due to the fact that it was being moisturized by semen.)
Fatty grabbed my hips and started to push me again like a pig, I was lying on the table with no way to slow down the force of the impact, only my vagina kept bearing the fat boy’s impact.
(I don’t know if it was the fat boy hitting my G-spot, but with each impact there was a tingly and numb feeling coming up from inside my vagina.)
This time, Fatty’s thrusts were longer, and the tingling that came from the constant pounding made me unable to help myself as I began to cry out in lust.
(It’s so tingly down there! I can’t, I’ll lose my mind if I keep this up.)
Fatty said smugly while thrusting into me, “I can’t believe the goddess of temperament has been fucked by me to the point where she’s starting to get horny!”
(Fatty got the better of me and had to keep humiliating me, but the tingling sensation made me close my lips without discernment.)
No matter how much I resisted in my heart, but I was born with a sensitive body, and in the end, I was still penetrated by the fat boy’s rod until I couldn’t stand it and reached an orgasm, and when I reached the orgasm, my legs were also weak and soft.
Noticing that my legs were weak as I reached orgasm, Fatty put his arm around my lower abdomen and lifted my whole body into the air, then pressed himself against my back and kept pushing upward.
Suddenly Fatty held me tightly and kept shaking, and I was shocked to realize that Fatty was going to cum again!
I hurriedly pushed Fatty’s hand with both of my hands, and my feet kept swaying in the air, struggling and screaming, “No! Don’t shoot in again, if you do, you’ll really get pregnant!”
Fatty didn’t pay any attention to me at all, just clinging to my body and enjoying the pleasure of the meat stick that kept shooting into me.
When the fat boy ejaculated all over me again before releasing me, I sat on my knees on weak legs, gasping for breath, while cum slowly flowed from my pussy.
(Hubby…I was actually penetrated to orgasm by another man and was internally ejaculated twice…)
Fatty squatted on the ground and said lewdly to me, “You’re my wife for these three days and two nights, it’s only natural for husbands to fuck their wives, and it’s only natural for them to fuck their wives until they get pregnant!”
After saying that, Fatty pulled me up and pulled me into the bathroom with him. Fatty not only wanted me to help him take a shower, but he also wanted me to help him perform oral sex in the bathroom.
Once his rod was hard again, he pulled me onto the bed and proceeded to pump me non-stop in various positions, completely unleashing all of the lust he had felt for me over the years all at once and shooting his semen into me every time.
(Fatty had to get me pregnant…)
I was so fucked up by the fat boy that I passed out with my entire being deflated and filled with cum down there.
The next morning I slowly awoke from my sleep, my eyes were still open and I felt a rod still thrusting inside my pussy, the speed of the thrusting gradually increased.
(Looks like I’m not going to wake up in the morning without getting internally ejaculated again…)
I slowly opened my eyes, and it turned out that it wasn’t Fatty who kept thrusting in my crotch, but the waiter from yesterday!
Surprised, I pushed the waiter’s stomach and said, “What are you doing!?”
The waiter grabbed my hand and started thrusting fiercely saying, “It was your husband who wanted me to give you an internal shot before he woke you up for breakfast.”
I nervously tried to speak up to stop it, only to have the waiter already ejaculate inside me after a few hard thrusts!
(Fatty even called the waiter from yesterday to give me an internal shot as a Morning Call!)
After the waiter had finished cumming inside me, he got up and put on his work clothes, and then also said to me on the bed, “Ma’am, is it still satisfactory?”
My pussy dripped with the waiter’s cum as I spread my legs and went limp with impatience.
(What if I’m not satisfied? Do you want to give me another blowjob?)
After the waiter left, I got up from the bed after a long time, then went to the bathroom first to rinse the stench of cum off me.
After showering and sitting on the bed to eat breakfast, I found the note left by the fat boy: “Wife, have a good rest, I have asked the waiter to give you a “special” service, remember to come back before five o’clock, by the way! I have your passport here!”
(Fatty has my slutty photos and my passport in his hands, so it looks like I can’t escape continued humiliation by him at the moment!)
I stepped out of the hotel and walked around aimlessly, I had no desire to shop at all now.
(How do you recognize a pregnancy if you’ve been internally ejaculated so many times, especially when you’re ovulating?)
I made it back to the hotel right on time by 5:00, and I was struggling extremely hard inside before I got back to the hotel.
(I wonder what kind of perverted ways Fatty will humiliate me tonight, or maybe it has to be an internal ejaculation until I’m pregnant?)
Fatty was already standing impatiently in the living room waiting for me when I walked into the room, and as soon as I entered the door he came straight up and hugged me around the waist and kissed me as if I was really his wife, even though I showed a reluctant expression.
Fatty stuck the tip of his tongue into my mouth and wantonly flipped it around a bit until my mouth was full of his saliva before he retracted his fat tongue in satisfaction.
(Looking at his lewd, disgusting face, I wouldn’t want any of his fluids in me at all if I could!)
After the fat kid kissed me, he realized that I didn’t carry a single designer bag in my hand, and he said in surprise, “Honey! How come you didn’t buy anything today?”
I pulled out a box of condoms from inside my bag and showed them to Fatty, then gave him a hard stare.
(I bought a box for fear of pregnancy, even though I knew Fatty would likely be just as likely not to wear them.)
Fatty smiled lewdly and said, “I shot it in so many times yesterday! That’s right! The waiter had a shot in you this morning too, right?”
(I’m sure Fatty purposely asked the waiter to give me an internal shot to humiliate me!)
Fatty didn’t care how disgusted I looked at him as he continued lewdly, “Had enough rest for the whole morning? Now undress!”
(I wonder how the fat boy wants to abuse me again?)
When Fatty saw me standing still, he took out his cell phone and said lewdly, “You don’t have a choice, you know that, right!”
(One more day! You’ll be relieved after tonight, right?)
Reluctantly, I took off the clothes on my body one by one, and Fatty said excitedly beside me, “A goddess is a goddess, watching you undress is a pleasure!”
After I stripped my entire body naked, Fatboy actually pulled out a dog leash! Then I was told to get down on my knees like a dog.
(Fatty is trying to dress me up as a dog today, right?)
After I was on the ground like a dog being put on a dog collar with a leash attached by Fatty, then Fatty pulled out a dog-tailed anal plug from his suitcase.
(Shouldn’t be trying to shove that up my ass!)
The fat boy lubricated the anal plug and then tried to shove it up my ass. Of course I refused to give in and struggled to run away, only to have the fat boy pull hard on the rope and drag me back.
Fatty pulled so hard that a reddish strangulation mark appeared on my neck, he touched my buttocks and said, “Do as you’re told and be good and you won’t suffer.”
(Fatty’s rough behavior startled me, and I began to worry that the more I resisted him, the more violent he would become?)
Then Fatty raised my hips and then slowly squeezed the dog-tailed anal plug slowly into my asshole.
As my anus kept getting squeezed open, there was a cold sensation coming from inside my anus until the dog-tailed anal plug was shoved all the way inside me.
(I can’t believe I’m going to get such a shameful thing inserted into me!)
After Fatty inserted the dog-tailed anal plug into my asshole, he smiled triumphantly and said, “Now you are my exclusive…bitch!”
It wasn’t enough for Fatty to humiliate me like a bitch, he actually wanted me to crawl on the ground like a dog, I only had to endure the feeling of the anal plug in my body as I slowly crawled on the ground, the dog’s tail kept wagging as my hips wiggled.
(Learning to crawl like a dog like that shames me to the core.)
After crawling around, Fatboy proudly took off his pants and sat down on a chair, revealing his huge hard rod underneath, and then pulled on the rope around my neck signaling for me to crawl in front of his crotch.
After I obediently crawled to his crotch, he held his meat stick lewdly and said, “Hungry, huh? Master feed you the meat stick!”
(Fatty means he wants me to take his meat stick, right?!)
I took his cue to hold his rod obediently, then opened my mouth to take it into my mouth and proceeded to suck on it vigorously and incessantly.
(Since there’s one more night, it would be nice to satisfy him with my mouth, at least then he won’t cum inside me.)
I seriously kept sucking and sucking on the rod, which gradually swelled up in my mouth, and finally ejaculated into my mouth.
After the taste of salty hot cum came from my tongue, I hurriedly moved back and tried to spit out the ejaculating rod along with the cum, only to have Fatty suddenly use both hands to tightly press my head downward, thrusting his ejaculating rod a little deeper into my mouth.
With my throat pushed up, I couldn’t breathe, so I had to keep swallowing the semen.
Fatty squeezed my head tightly and said, “Swallow it all and don’t spit it out!”
(With the meat stick against my throat I could only obediently swallow all the cum.)
After Fatty finished venting in my mouth, he stood up and asked me to sit in the chair with my legs spread in the same position as yesterday.
I dutifully climbed onto the chair and then spread my legs to expose my pussy and doggy tail, then Fatty took out the ropes and tied me to the chair again.
Fatty took a blindfold and blindfolded me, then took a gag ball and gagged me again.
(Losing my vision made my whole being insecure, and not knowing what Fatty would do next terrified me.)
Suddenly I heard a low-frequency sound, followed by a long object thrusting into me and swirling around inside my vagina.
(This should feel like a vibrator, right?)
Then the fat boy licked my nipples while using the vibrator to keep pumping my pussy, so that non-stop teasing let my body gradually tingling up.
As I was being teased to the point of near orgasm, the doorbell bell suddenly rang and Fatty got up to leave with the vibrator fixed in my pussy.
(Fatty didn’t call that waiter again, did he? He’s going to enjoy my slutty look again?)
After a while, the footsteps of two men did come in, and one of them suddenly became excited in his breathing.
(It was the same reaction as when the waiter first saw me in this slutty state.)
The breathing man walked over to me and pulled the vibrator out, by now my body was sensitive as hell.
(It’s amazing how much my body craves to be penetrated by a real meat stick right now!)
Then a hot round head against the mouth of my pussy, and then slowly will my pussy mouth more and more open, pussy mouth was open to a little painful feeling, the round head has not even squeezed into my pussy!
(This glans is too big! My pussy’s mouth is aching!)
The pussy opening stretched until it felt like it was about to split, and the lower half of my body ached to the point of trembling a little before the huge glans finally passed through my pussy opening!
(That turtle head is huge! It’s much bigger than Fatty’s giant cock!)
After the huge glans passed through the opening of my pussy, it began to keep burrowing in deeper and deeper into my vagina, the huge umbrella of mushrooms pushing against the narrow walls of my vaginal flesh, and such a pressing sensation made the already sensitive me tingle to the point of no return.
(It’s so big! It feels like my vagina is being filled to the brim!)
The huge glans kept going deeper and deeper, pushing through the entire vagina to the bottom, below the opening of my uterus, and the impact of pushing through to the bottom made my whole body tingle and shake.
(This meat stick is nothing compared to Fatboy’s! It’s not only thick! And also extra long!)
I thought the rod would stop once it hit the bottom, but I didn’t realize that the huge glans continued to push my vagina inward, and a gradual feeling of pressure came from my lower abdomen.
(Stop! It’s in the end!!! Stop sticking it in!!!)
The huge glans kept pushing into me, and the intestines in my lower abdomen gradually felt a strong pressing sensation, an unbearable oppression that made me arch my back and tremble slightly as I couldn’t stand it.
(It’s so long! So hard!!! Stop pushing!!!)
The huge glans kept pushing into me, the organs in my lower abdomen were pushed and squeezed by the huge glans to the point that they were all squeezed together, the feeling of revulsion and vomiting made my scalp numb, and my body shook uncontrollably from the pain.
(I can’t! The pain is so bad I’m going to lose consciousness!)
Finally, the man who had thrust his huge glans into me sensed that I was dying before he withdrew his entire rod, and my tense body relaxed.
Immediately after the huge glans was withdrawn, an English growl was heard, “Whew! That was awesome!”
Then the huge glans plunged into my pussy again, and the first time the pussy opening was stretched wide open, so the second time it went in much smoother.
Suddenly a pair of big hands wrapped around my waist, and then the giant rod began to thrust in and out of my pussy, but this time he had the depth of penetration in hand, and pulled back each time it hit the bottom of my vagina.
The satisfaction of having the entire inside of her vagina filled, coupled with the incessant thrusting action, the pain was followed by the tingling and numbing pleasure of the thrusts.
(No! This is too tingly, I won’t be able to stand it until I come!)
Just as my whole body was tingling to death, Fatty suddenly stood in my ear and said, “Honey, isn’t it great to be fucked?”
I was so puffed up that my head went blank and all I could do was nod in excitement.
Fatty then continued, “Guess who fucked you so good?”
I couldn’t think about who it was at all and all I could do was shake my head.
Fatty suddenly removed my blindfold and screamed happily as if unraveling a mystery, “Dang it!”
A flash of light in front of me made me squint, and as I slowly opened my eyes I realized that the person who kept thrusting in front of me was the same black man from yesterday!!!!
(I can’t believe Fatboy got a black guy to stick it to me!!!!)
I looked down at the tanned hands wrapped around my waist while the huge black as hell rod he had underneath still kept pumping inside my pussy.
(Makes my skin look snow-white as hell in front of a black man’s tanned and naked body!)
What I found even more amazing was that there was still a piece of his meat stick still exposed every time it hit the bottom of my vagina!
(I think it would kill me if it came all the way in!)
The black man held my waist and thrust faster and faster screaming like an animal, “OH! Fuck!”
The black man’s thrusts became more and more intense, as if he was about to ejaculate, and I realized that the black man was not wearing a condom, so I panicked and kept shaking my head vigorously to ask him not to ejaculate in it.
(No way! I don’t want no black kids!)
The black man grabbed my waist and pushed hard, my entire belly was pushed up until it was slightly swollen, followed by a warm sensation from underneath my belly.
(Don’t! Stick it in that deep and ejaculate, it’ll get me pregnant!)
Being internally ejaculated inside by a black man and the thought that I might be pregnant with a black man’s seed finally broke me down inside and I cried.
The black man saw me crying and he pulled his rod out in fear, but he had already shot a lot of cum inside me.
The black man looks at Fatty in alarm and asks, “What’s wrong? Why is your wife crying?”
Fatty laughed and said, “She’s so happy she’s crying, she’s been dying to have sex with you! So being cummed inside you moved her to tears.”
The black man smiled excitedly and touched my skin and said, “Your wife is really so cute! Makes you want to love her again!”
Fatty untied the ropes from my chair and then handed the ropes around my neck to the black man’s hand and said, “She’s yours tonight! You can hurt her all night long!”
The black man held the rope with a look of disbelief and said, “Really?”
Fatty grinned and said, “Sure! Let’s go to our master suite! There’s a bathroom and a bed in there, so feel free to do whatever you want!”
As the black man excitedly pulled the rope and led me towards the room, Fatty walked up to the black man and whispered lewdly in his ear, “Today is my wife’s safe period, so it doesn’t matter if you try to cum in it! The rougher the better! Just don’t break her…”