Finally, after two months working on a hydroelectric project in the highlands, I returned to my beloved city. Throwing my dusty luggage aside in a corner of my rented room, I walked to the barbershop on the main road a few hundred meters from my apartment. It was just a simple barbershop for both men and women, run by a very pretty woman named Vân, around 32-33 years old. I heard that Vân had family in Phú Nhuận and only rented the space to open the shop. On weekdays, Vân worked alone, and on weekends, a few other girls helped with hair and manicures. I regularly got my hair cut there; not only were we familiar with each other, but we also developed a fondness for each other through our conversations – or rather, I had a secret crush on her, though I was hesitant because she was married.
When I walked into the shop, there were no customers, only the woman busily sweeping up a pile of hair on the floor. I greeted her politely, then sat down in the chair and said, “The usual, okay? A short haircut, a shave, and ear cleaning.”
Draping a white cloth over me, she stepped forward, opened the drawer, took out the necessary tools, placed them on the table, then bent down to plug in the hair clipper. At that moment, her two buttocks, beneath her shiny black pants, bounced up so roundly that I could only stare wide-eyed and drool. Poor thing, my little guy in my pants was bouncing and trying to stand up, thankfully the cloth covered it… (Oh, two months at the construction site, eating vegetarian, sleeping on the floor, masturbating, both big and small, covered in cloth…)
After a few strokes with the clippers, she asked:
“It seems like you just got back from a business trip, huh? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I thought some girl had already gotten married.
” “Ugly as I am, no one would marry me. I’ve been working in the highlands for two months; I’m lucky even a tiger didn’t spare me,” I replied.
“Well, let me make you beautiful so you can go flirt with pretty girls this afternoon, or maybe I can set you up with a really pretty girl near my house, okay?”
“Oh, okay, but she has to be as pretty and beautiful as you.
” “You’re just saying that, I’m not beautiful at all.
” “Honestly, sometimes when I’m getting my hair cut here, I think if you weren’t married, I might even confess my love to you.
” “Don’t talk nonsense, just sit still, or I’ll give you a good whack with the clippers from front to back!”
So I quickly fell silent. After the haircut, when it came time for the shave, I started acting up again, simply because she was sitting close to me, pressing my face against her chest for easier handling, and even turning up and down. I pretended to close my eyes, but in reality, I was inhaling the faint scent of her perfume and enjoying the soft, firm feeling of her rather large breasts.
I’ve been to many barbershops before, but honestly, I’ve never felt this good as today. The feeling today was strange; it started in my eyes, ran through my nose, and down to my head, making me want to rip my pants open and run out. And then, when she was cleaning my ears, her breasts pressed against my face, and the tickling, tingling sensation inside my ear canal made me completely forget about the erection growing stronger in my pants. It wasn’t until I suddenly heard her ask:
– You’ve been away on business up there for so long, haven’t you had any contact with any girls? Why are you acting so crazy lately?
Like a thief caught red-handed, I blushed, turned away, and stammered in reply:
– It’s nothing, just a bunch of guys. Those with wives want to go home to their wives, those with girlfriends want to go home to their girlfriends, and a single guy like me just wants to go back to the city to…
– To go to bars with hostesses, get massages… right?
– Hehe… You know a lot about this, don’t you?
– Not at all, all men are the same. Okay, that’s enough, we’ll chat again next time.
I froze, my face contorted, speechless, lying motionless on the chair. Then, unexpectedly, I saw her gently pat my younger brother’s shoulder and whisper softly in my ear, just loud enough to hear:
– Lose something to me, and I’ll relax?
– …
– How about a wild drinking session this afternoon?
Without thinking, I nodded quickly, as if afraid she would retract what she had just said.
“One round, two rounds, three rounds, whatever you want, I’m okay with it.
” “You’re so greedy.” As she spoke, she rubbed the outside of my pants, then unzipped my already hard, dripping penis. Like a penis experiencing freedom for the first time, it sprang out and stood erect, pointing straight up to the sky. She reached for a tissue and gently wiped it three or four times from tip to shaft, saying as she did so:
“Wow, that’s a huge, long penis! How could any girl handle this?”
Then she bent down and gently kissed the head of my penis, then licked around it two or three times before taking my dick into her mouth, sucking it up and down while one hand rested on the back of the chair and the other hand squeezed and stroked my dick up and down. At first it was slow, but then it got faster and faster. It was so good, I tensed my body and arched my back to enjoy it, but it didn’t last long, only about 5 minutes before I ejaculated all over her throat and mouth.
– Are you enjoying it, honey? Are you having fun?
She asked me this while wiping away the few drops of semen remaining at the corner of her mouth after she had swallowed all the sperm I had accumulated over the past few months.
– Oh, that felt so good, thank you so much, sis.
– Yeah, it felt good too, sucking on that big dick was amazing. Go home and rest, remember to pick me up for drinks this afternoon. And remember to shower thoroughly, you stink so much.
– Yes, I know. I grinned mischievously in response and went home, completely forgetting to pay for the haircut.
In the afternoon, after showering and getting dressed in my favorite outfit, I arrived at the shop at exactly 6 o’clock. I didn’t have to wait long; the woman came out, still without makeup and wearing the same work clothes as that morning, with the addition of a small backpack-style handbag typical of fashionable women. Sitting on the back seat, she immediately said, “Take me to HG, I’ll show you the way.”
Before long, we arrived at our destination: a magnificent seven-story hotel restaurant situated right on the Saigon River. As soon as we entered the elevator, she pressed the button for the seventh floor. When the elevator stopped, the doors opened, revealing a luxurious restaurant with an incredibly picturesque view of the river. She said, “Go ahead and choose a table you like; I’ll be right back.”
I sat down at the table I’d chosen, but after waiting for almost 30 minutes, she still hadn’t come out… then there she was. Yes, she appeared in high heels that hugged her delicate feet, along with a bluish-purple dress and a sleeveless white shirt unbuttoned at the top, as if inviting the viewer to gaze at the beauty of her full, vibrant breasts, a gift from nature. I quickly stood up and offered her my hand to help her to a seat.
“She said, ‘You’re quite gallant, aren’t you?’
” “You’re so beautiful, I wonder what lifetime I’ve been so virtuous to be like that,” I whispered in her ear.
Sitting opposite her, I handed her the menu and said, “It’s a pleasure to invite you to dinner tonight.”
Without a moment’s hesitation or formality, she ordered two portions of beefsteak and two bottles of Bordeaux red wine, then turned to me and said, “Let’s enjoy ourselves until morning. If you’re scared, you can still leave now.” A fleeting moment of wounded pride welled up, and I vaguely replied, “How can I leave before I’ve even tasted it?”
And so, my sister and I ate, raised our glasses, and exchanged witty remarks about this and that. Because of the alcohol, we laughed and talked quite naturally and rather loudly, causing the nearby tables to seem to be paying attention and listening, basically from what my sister told me:
She got married when she was 20. Her husband was over 40 at the time, a close neighbor of her family who was also single. She wasn’t happy about it, but her family kept urging her, so the wedding finally happened. For the first few years, they were very happy. Her husband wouldn’t let her lift a finger or do anything, but when it came to sex, every night was the same. Even though it was only one round, it seemed to last forever, 30-40 minutes, or even 1-2 hours. So many mornings she would wake up with soreness in her vagina. It hurt, but it was so pleasurable that she had to enjoy it every night.
Then one day, her husband had to go on a long business trip. She waited anxiously for his return, and as soon as he came home, she rushed to grab his penis and started sucking and licking it as if she had never sucked or licked a penis before. But strangely, 15 minutes, then 20 minutes passed, and her husband’s penis didn’t get hard at all; on the contrary, it seemed to shrink even smaller than before. In the days that followed, the only sounds on the bed each night were the slurping of mouths sucking or vaginas being licked, instead of the slapping sounds of penises fucking vaginas or vaginas thrusting into penises like in the nights before.
Originally, her husband suffered from erectile dysfunction due to the abuse of various aphrodisiacs, ointments, and creams to prolong intercourse with her for as long as possible in the preceding months. Despite all the oral sex, he couldn’t have intercourse, his penis was shrinking day by day, while her vagina was becoming increasingly swollen and craving more. Finally, the couple agreed to continue living together as if nothing had happened, occasionally engaging in oral sex to satisfy their lust. As for her, whenever she felt extremely horny, she was free to seek one-night stands, but had to do so discreetly to avoid gossip, scandal, or any negative consequences…
I took a sip of wine and blurted out, “So you often come and sit here, right?”
She said, “Not very often, but not infrequently either, just one-night stands, only when my husband is away on long business trips like today. He’s been gone for over a week, and he said he won’t be back for another two or three weeks. Honestly, this afternoon, seeing your dick bouncing under my pants made my pussy horny, and all I wanted was to pin you down and fuck you to satisfy my aroused pussy.”
I said: So you’re quite promiscuous, huh!
She smiled shyly and turned away, making me a little flustered, while my penis slowly began to get erect, as if to say, “You won’t learn your lesson until you see the coffin.” I quickly stood up and excused myself to go to the restroom. When I came back, she was talking to the waiter about the bill.
Then, quite naturally, like a pair of lovers, she put her arm around my back and pushed me towards the elevator. She proactively pressed the button, then turned and slipped the room key card into my hand, quickly saying, “The room is on the third floor. Don’t disappoint me tonight.” Seeing the provocative smile on her lips, I pulled her closer, intending to plant a kiss there to satisfy my craving, but she pushed me away, saying, “Later. Right now, I smell of alcohol and meat, and I don’t like that.”
Knowing myself and my opponent, as soon as I closed the door, I went straight to the bathroom. This was probably the most thorough and proper body wash I’d ever done in my life. Not forgetting to apply a little of that special, seductive perfume I kept hidden in my pants pocket, I wrapped a towel around my waist and hurried out for tonight’s battle.
Looking around, I couldn’t see her. It turned out she had gone out onto the balcony to look down at the river. She wasn’t wearing the dress she’d worn earlier that afternoon, but instead a light blue, thigh-length, thin jacket that revealed her bare back without a bra, her white panties clearly visible underneath. Standing still and speechless, I stared, unable to blink. Her beautiful curves, the scene that seemed straight out of a movie—from her buttocks, her slender waist, her long, white legs, to her stance with one leg bent and the other extended—made me feel completely lost.
“Are you tired of staring at other people? Come here and get a better look,” she said softly. I quickly stepped out and stood beside her, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Then, not knowing what to say, I gazed at the distant sky and the nearby land.
Five minutes, ten minutes passed in silence, then we turned to look at each other, lips seeking lips, tongues intertwining like two snakes. As soon as the endless kiss ended, she knelt down at my feet and pulled away the towel I had wrapped around my waist. One hand lifted my testicles, the other held my penis, stroking it. She kissed it, playfully hit it, sucked it, licked it, and released the head of my penis.
At that moment, all I could do was lean back against the balcony railing, arch my back, and close my eyes, enjoying it so I wouldn’t hear anything but the slurping and popping sounds as she sucked harder and pulled my dick out of her mouth. It repeated itself over and over, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting harder and harder, mercilessly. Ah, ah, ah… I ejaculated, I came, I released… streams of hot semen in the throes of ecstasy. She gripped my dick tightly with both hands, pulling it close to her mouth as if afraid of losing even a single drop of the semen she had been eagerly waiting for. With her hands still gripping and her mouth still holding my now-softening dick, she looked up at me, her eyes silently asking and pleading for a compliment, so incredibly adorable that my dick almost wanted to start all over again.
I was about to say something, but before I could utter a word, she stood up, grabbed my penis with one hand, pulled me into the room, and pushed me onto my back. Standing beside the bed, she took off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. With her hands on either side of her hips, she pulled down her panties, then let them fall again, neither quickly nor slowly, as if teasing me, like a female bodyguard performing a striptease. She stepped onto me, her feet straight on either side, her hands cupping her full breasts, then stroking down to her groin. Lying beneath me, she played with my penis, her eyes looking up—oh, what a mesmerizing scene!
Her dark, silky pubic hair was now drenched in vaginal fluid, her white skin highlighting the sparse patches of hair on either side of her vulva, extending down to her groin and almost to her navel. Between her nearly closed labia, a glimpse of pink was visible, and on top of it, her clitoris protruded, shiny and reddish, as large as a peanut. Unable to restrain myself, I sat up, wrapping my arms around her buttocks, burying my face in her vulva, devouring it with kisses from top to bottom, from left to right, then lightly licking along the vulva and back up to the clitoris.
The scent of her vaginal fluids wasn’t strong or pungent like the vaginas I’d licked before; instead, it was slightly salty, slightly sweet, and subtly fragrant, like some wild orchid from a highland region that I couldn’t quite remember. Gently stroking the soft downy hairs on either side of her groin and lower abdomen, I couldn’t help but exclaim:
– Your pussy is so beautiful, the vaginal fluid smells like perfume, I especially love that the pubic hair isn’t long but it’s soft and abundant like young rice seedlings in the field.
– Haven’t you ever seen anyone with as much hair as me? Sometimes I want to wax it but I’m afraid of the pain so I haven’t done it yet.
– I’ve only seen it on foreign websites, but it looks so sexy like this, you know?
– You’re right, my grandmother was white Indian, and my husband is also of Indian descent. Anyway, suck me, I’m so horny, remember not to put your finger in there, you’ll wet my pussy.
Without further ado, I started right away, passionately licking and sucking her clitoris. It began gently, then became more forceful, occasionally biting and nibbling, causing her to jump and moan softly. I moved my tongue down to her vagina, thrusting deep inside, swirling it left, right, up, and down incessantly, then sucking hard as if wanting to swallow all the vaginal fluid from deep within. Above me, she trembled and her legs gave way, pressing the full weight of her body against my face, pinning me down onto the mattress.
– There, there, right there, suck harder, suck harder, harder, baby… Ow, ah, ow, ow… I’m coming, I’m coming.
It felt like water gushing out of a watermelon straw, not as much as a smoothie, but steadily, sip by sip, the taste indescribable, like the surging excitement at the tip of my penis. As if understanding this, she turned and grabbed my erect penis and started sucking. In this 69 position, neither of us spoke; each person did their own thing. The one getting their pussy sucked tried to make their dick ejaculate quickly, while the one getting their dick sucked used unique techniques to lick and suck the pussy, hoping for the reward of hot, gushing fluids.
While my face was smeared with pubic hair, she sat up, turned around, grabbed my dick, and thrust it straight into her pussy with a single stroke, then squatted down. Her hands caressed her breasts, her hips swayed, and her pussy contracted as if trying to bind my dick with some invisible rope. Then she brought her hands down to grab my hips, repeatedly thrusting her pussy down with thunderous force, while I also moved my hips to receive it.
“Flap… flap… flap…”
– Oh my… oh my… I’m so happy, honey!
Seemingly tired, she began to change positions, kneeling on one leg while still supporting herself on the other, her hips thrusting up and down rhythmically, her mouth constantly moaning like a cat that had lost its kittens. Still in that position, but this time with her left leg kneeling and her right leg supporting herself, she continued to thrust her vagina down onto my penis, one thrust after another, but stronger than before.
– Thump… thump… thump… thump… I’m coming, it feels so good, so good, ah ah…
– I’m coming, baby.
After saying that, she threw herself down, cupping my face in her hands and kissing me all over, her vagina still twitching and grinding against my rock-hard penis inside. Her tongue greedily intertwined with mine, the taste of semen and vaginal fluid mingling, lips touching lips, mouth touching mouth, arousing me intensely. I turned on top of her, my penis never leaving her vagina, starting to thrust slowly at first, then faster. Below, she gripped the bedsheet tightly with both hands, her lips pressed together, receiving each thrust. I knelt up, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and placed a pillow under her buttocks as I began to plow the mountain. I thrust hard, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, tearing her vagina apart. I knew this was the time, not any other…
– Oh, oh… oh oh oh… harder, baby, oh oh harder, baby, I’m about to come again. Oh oh, I’m coming, I’m coming…
Her vaginal fluids gushed out, and each time I thrust in and out, I could clearly see a milky white, wet film of vaginal fluid clinging to the shaft of my penis. I continued pounding for about two more minutes, then she arched her back and hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting so much that I couldn’t pull my penis out to thrust harder anymore. With her legs spread apart in a posture like the closed-eyed Guanyin, I lifted her up with both hands and then lowered her down, allowing the head of my penis to penetrate all the way to her uterus.
– Oh, oh, oh… so good, so good… come on, baby, I’m coming again, I… oh… oh… I’m coming… so good… ah… oh, oh… oh, she moaned louder and louder with each up-and-down movement of her body. Hearing her moans, I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I pushed her down and used both hands to thrust my penis into her wet, lustful vagina. After about a dozen thrusts like that, it felt like an electric current was running through my penis, and I couldn’t hold back, but I had to scream in ecstasy, and then wave after wave of semen shot deep into her vagina.
– Oh, oh, I’m coming, I’m coming, so… so good, sister!
– Give it to me, give it to me, give it all to me.
She sat up and crawled over to take the head of my penis into her mouth as soon as it was pulled out of her vagina. She held my still erect penis, pursed her lips, and sucked on it repeatedly, as if wanting to suck out every last drop of semen.
I lifted her chin, kissed her, then hugged her and lay down to rest. She rested her head on my shoulder, her hand reaching down to caress my penis as she whispered:
– You’re amazing, you’ve really made me happy. Just one round and I’ve already come 3 or 4 times, do you know that?
– Well, you’ve already emptied my semen 3 times, haven’t you? From now until morning, I’ll probably still…
– Still…
– Still love you even more, of course. And I’m addicted to your pussy, it squeezes my dick until I cum and it’s still so good.
– Really? Or are you going to leave tomorrow after we’ve had sex?
– I wouldn’t dare! I gave a wry smile.
After chatting for a while, she invited me into the bathroom. She took some soap, lathered it up, and washed me like a baby. She stroked my penis, making it erect, then bent down and sucked on the head. I also lathered her up, massaging her breasts with one hand and her vagina with the other. She also massaged my penis and testicles with both hands, but absolutely refused to let me finger her vagina whenever my fingers tried to get into it.
After rinsing off, she spread a towel on the floor and told me to lie down. I thought she wanted to ride me, but instead, she went to her bag and took out a manicure kit. She meticulously trimmed and filed all my fingernails and toenails before standing up, drying herself off, and walking out. When she reached the bed, she called out, “Now you can do whatever you want.” Ah, so that’s it. I quickly rinsed my hands and feet, then rushed to embrace her, pulling her down onto the bed, kissing her eyes, cheeks, and finally stopping at her lips to suck on her magical tongue. My hands caressed her two erect nipples, roughly squeezing them, then stroking down to her pubic hair, massaging her clitoris that protruded from the edge of her vulva, making her writhe with pleasure. I inserted a finger into her now wet vulva and gently poked upwards, hitting her G-spot, causing her to jump and her vaginal fluids to gush out, wetting my hand.
– Ah ah… ouch ouch… it feels so good, husband, put both fingers in, honey.
– What did you just say…?
– I hate it, all this “sisterly” nonsense, you’ve already torn my pussy open… fuck my pussy again, husband, two fingers, three fingers, whatever you want, hurry up, I’m enjoying it.
– Oh my… I’m dying… I’m dying, I’m coming, suck my pussy, that’s it, right there, suck hard… and my clitoris… ouch ouch…
– Oh my god, just fuck me, husband, I want it, I want it…
– What do you want…?
– I want your dick to fuck my pussy.
Before my mouth had even left her pussy, she reached behind and grabbed my dick, thrusting it into her hole. In a side-lying position, I kept thrusting my hips, and when I got tired, I pushed her down into a spooning position. She placed two pillows under her stomach, and I propped myself up and thrust down. She arched her back, spreading her arms wide and slapping them against the bed as she reached her climax. She leaned down, kissed the back of my neck, and whispered, “Doggy style, okay?” I pulled her hips up, stood on my feet, and thrust my dick in and out. Seeing I was close to climaxing, I pulled my dick out, smeared some of my precum on her vulva, and poked my thumb in, swirling it around. When I felt a good flow, I inserted the head of my dick and thrust it in all the way to the hilt.
When she screamed, my dick was already fully inside her asshole. I pulled her buttocks tightly against me, held her still for a moment, then gently thrust in and out. She turned her head and smiled seductively, saying, “Harder and faster, husband, fucking like this is better than fucking my pussy.” The more I thrust, the more her asshole contracted, so in less than 2 seconds I ejaculated inside her and collapsed onto her.
She leaned over to lay me down, then covered her backside and ran into the bathroom. A little while later she came out with two hot towels, one for my face and body, and one for my penis and lower body. I climbed into bed beside her and whispered:
– Ugh, how disgusting! Today, the husband deflowered his wife’s anus, you know! What do you
want in return? – Want to do it again?
– You’re as limp as noodles, and you’re still talking big. Okay, husband, go to sleep and get your strength back, we’ll settle the score tomorrow morning.
Then, with my penis in her hand, I lay facing her, hugging her, and fell asleep. As dawn broke outside, I felt my penis gradually hardening. I thought I needed to pee, as usual, but when I looked down, I saw she was still naked, her legs bent and extended, holding my penis and rubbing it against her nipples. The sight of her pubic and abdominal hair against her white, hot skin in that triangle area sent a high-voltage shock through my penis, and drops of clear semen slowly trickled from the tip. Immediately, she licked it up, pursed her lips, and sucked hard, then smiled a satisfied, slightly lewd smile, like a seductive woman who had just devoured a young man. I lay still, tensing my body, enjoying the pleasure, letting her indulge in her passion of holding my penis in her hand, sucking, and licking it to the very depths of what is called ecstasy.
“Is your husband happy?” she asked…
“And is your wife happy? I’ll give it all to you.”
Sitting up, she gripped my hips, turned my back, held my erect penis, lowered her buttocks so her vagina completely enveloped my shaft, placed her hands on my thighs for balance, and began riding me backward. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, her mouth constantly moaning with sounds of “oh, ah, au, au, u, ooh” with each thrust. I used both hands to support her buttocks and thrust my body in response, making the bed tremble with passion.
“Flap flap ouch… ouch, flap flap ouch… ouch flap ouch ouch… flap ah ah…”
– Ahhhh ahhh L, lick harder, that’s right, that spot, thrust into my pussy.
– Splat splat oh oh… coming… I’m coming out… have you come yet… shoot into my pussy, honey.
– Come, honey, I’m so horny.
When my arms were completely exhausted, she also collapsed. I rested for a moment to catch my breath, pulled her to the edge of the bed, stroked her wet, sticky pubic hair, and, half-standing, half-kneeling on the floor, thrust my penis in and vigorously pounded her, increasing the speed with each thrust. She seemed possessed, one hand gripping the bedsheet tightly, the other pounding the floor, moaning softly, then screaming:
– Oh, it feels so good, Sister… so good, oh my sister… so good, oh my wife… so good… stop it, stop it…
As I pulled my penis out and stood up straight, lo and behold, a glob of milky white semen shot out and fell straight onto the floor. Then, in continuous bursts, streams of fluid shot out from her vagina, spilling onto the edge of the bed and pooling in a large puddle on the floor.
I know that when women reach orgasm, they get so aroused that they pee in their pants, but I didn’t expect her to come so much. Looking at her lying there naked, breathing as if she were about to faint, I felt proud, like a hunter who had just subdued a wild beast. But I also felt sorry for her and found her cute, so I bent down, kissed her cheek, and lifted her up to carry her into the bathroom.
She rinsed me off, then knelt down and used soap to wash me from head to toe, from the tip of my penis all the way to my testicles, in an incredibly affectionate and lovely way, just like a newlywed couple on their wedding night in some old Chinese erotic novel. Suddenly, I felt so much love for her, and my penis immediately responded, quickly becoming miraculously hard (which was understandable, since I hadn’t ejaculated yet). I pulled her up, pressed my lips against hers in a passionate kiss, lifted her legs onto the edge of the bathtub, and thrust my penis into her still wet vagina. While thrusting, I kissed the back of her neck and whispered in her ear:
– Do you like having sex standing like this?
– Yes, it’s better than having sex in bed. But my legs are so tired now, because you just ravaged me. Let me give you oral sex until you come.
Pushing me aside, she sat down in front of me, one hand reaching between my legs to gently lift my testicles, the other hand grasping my penis, thrusting it in and out of her mouth, seemingly using all her oral sex techniques. After stopping her caressing of my testicles, she reached behind me, stroking my firm buttocks, then moved down and poked a finger into my anus, gently wiggling it around, causing my butt to clench with stimulation. At the same time, my penis twitched, and semen gushed into her mouth like a flood.
After cleaning me up as before, she reached for a dry towel and wiped me down one last time, then said:
– You go lie down and rest first, I’ll take a shower and come out later.
I told her I’d rest for a while and wait for her to come out, but I dozed off without realizing it. When I woke up, it was past 9 a.m., and she wasn’t there. I went down to the hotel lobby, and the manager said she had already paid and left early.
Throughout the following week and the weeks after that, busy with endless reports, I almost forgot about her, thinking of her as just another one-night stand among countless others I’d slept with based on her stories. But forgetting wasn’t easy. On those nights lying in bed at the construction site, my erection would return, and I’d crave her pussy, but the worst part was I only remembered the scent of her vaginal fluids, only longed to fuck her pussy. The pussies that had passed through my body before seemed to hold no memory of her. These two months of construction felt endless.
Upon arriving back at my city apartment, I immediately rushed to the barbershop. Seeing no one, I went in and sat down in a chair, intending to surprise her. When the white cloth was draped over me, I looked up in the mirror and saw not her, but the unfamiliar face of a very young barber. I immediately asked:
“Where’s the owner?
” – “She went to Dak Lak this morning, I heard she’s looking for an acquaintance or a lover or something. Oh, you know the owner?
” – “Ah, not really, we live nearby so I often come here for haircuts. But why would she be looking for a lover? She’s married, isn’t she?”
– “Husband? Her husband died ages ago, didn’t you read the news or hear anything about it?”
The shopkeeper pointed to a small news clipping cut from the Police newspaper taped to the corner of the mirror in front of her, saying, “MURDERER OF GROOM AND RAPE OF BRIDE ARRESTED AFTER 10 YEARS ON THE RUN…”
In the afternoon, I was hanging out at a bar with my friends, bored, so we went to a karaoke bar to sing, dance, and hook up with girls. Halfway through, I remembered my girlfriend and went back to my rented room, lay down on the bed, and started masturbating. Just as I was getting high, there was a knock on the door. I went out and saw my girlfriend, so I immediately pulled her inside and locked the door. Without greeting or asking anything, I hugged her, kissed her passionately, and she responded in kind. We quickly stripped naked and wrestled on the small bed. She gently stroked my penis while I caressed her breasts, then moved down to her vagina, stroking and fingering until I felt her vaginal fluids oozing out. Then I said:
– I miss you so much, I miss this pussy too, I’m addicted to the smell of this pussy juice.
– I miss you too, I miss this veiny dick, you know?
– You miss me but you left to find a lover? I teased.
– How do you know?
– I stopped by the shop this afternoon. Oh, and what about that news about catching the culprit?
– (There was a moment of silence, then she said): That bride was me… that HG hotel restaurant was also where my wedding reception was 10 years ago.
That day, because my friends were having fun and forcing me, when I went into the bedroom, my husband was so drunk he didn’t know anything. While I was struggling to help him lie down on the bed, a man’s hand from behind covered my mouth and pinned me down. Just as I was about to scream, he swung his hand and hit me with such force that I fainted. When I woke up, I found myself naked in a pool of semen with a few still-wet bloodstains. Looking around and not seeing my husband anywhere, I quickly wrapped a towel around myself from the head of the bed and ran out shouting for help.
The police arrived to secure the scene for investigation and also informed me that my husband, drunk, had fallen from the railing into the river and drowned. The incident was then forgotten because the perpetrator was never found, and I was subjected to ridicule from my husband’s family. Overwhelmed with anger and despair, I decided to find out the truth. During the rape, I was in a semi-conscious state, and I saw several shiny rings attached to his penis as it thrust in and out of my vagina, like earrings. And notably, below his navel, he had a tattoo of a goat’s head with two horns protruding, embracing his navel. Each time he thrust in, honestly, I felt completely numb, my vagina tingling and overflowing with indescribable pleasure. Despite my shame, I recounted all of this in detail during the police interrogation.
In recent years, I suddenly had the idea that on that fateful day, I would go to that hotel, drink alcohol, and play the role of a single woman looking for a one-night stand. For the first two years, nothing happened, probably because I went with the young girl who cut hair at the salon. In the following years, I decided to go alone, and immediately many guys started trying to get me to drink, but they didn’t look like suspicious individuals, so I firmly refused.
Last year, there was a tall, chubby guy who looked very much like him. I agreed to have a few drinks with him, and then we went to that fateful room from last year. I pretended to be incredibly horny, so as soon as we got in, I pulled down his pants and saw his penis, realizing it wasn’t him. I pretended to have forgotten my phone on the table, quickly ran out, and left in the elevator. Then, that fateful day came again. I had feelings for him and a plan, so I lured him up there. Do you remember that day? I pretended to be drunk, made up a story about an impotent old husband, and deliberately spoke loudly so someone could hear, even though I couldn’t tell who that someone was.
A week after that night, I went back to the same table alone, and this time, the fish took the bait. He was the hotel manager, because as soon as he entered the room, he pulled down his pants and roughly forced me to suck his dick. Enduring the humiliation to get a good look at his dick and the tattoo on his stomach, I did everything I could to make him ejaculate into my mouth quickly. With a lewd smile, I told him to go shower and come back to fuck me because I was so horny. While he was in the bathroom, I called the police. The news will tell you what happened next. Holding her tightly, I said:
– Luckily, your dick isn’t pierced, and your stomach doesn’t have a goat’s head tattoo. But wasn’t that room also…
– Yes, that room. That night with you, I felt like I was on cloud nine.
– Because you served me like this? As I spoke, I squeezed her vagina hard.
– No, no. At that moment, I wished it was my wedding night, that I was the bride and you were the groom, because after being raped, I hadn’t had sex with anyone until I met you that night.
– Wow, but how skillful you are.
– Hic, I just learned it from sex websites to play the role, and besides, I liked you so much that I took a risk. You know, I’ve liked you for a long time, since the first time you came to the shop, but I was afraid you’d think I was too old, so I didn’t dare…
– You’re about 3-4 years older than me, old? You look young, beautiful, and very seductive, making me want to die. Be my wife, okay?
– Well, I’ve already called you husband.
“I’m serious, I love you… Vân, will you be my wife? Tomorrow we’ll go to the ward office to get our marriage certificate,” I said sternly.
“I… I love you, I love… you…”
Nodding in response while tears streamed down her cheeks, Van shyly nestled her head against my armpit. Gently stroking her hair, I said:
“If you love me, then you have to do something to make me love you back, right?”
– “Do what?”
– “Well, do this…”
As I spoke, I took her hand and placed it on my penis. Understanding my intention, she turned and kissed my chest, then moved down until she was completely captivated, sucking my penis in ultimate pleasure. I also turned and sucked her vagina in the 69 position. When my penis was wet with saliva, and my mouth and her vagina were smeared with vaginal fluid, I lay on top of her, positioning myself to thrust my penis deep into her vagina. I propped myself up, intending to thrust, but she stopped me, stroking my stomach and saying:
– Gently, honey, be careful not to hurt the baby.
– Which baby…?
– This one… I missed my period after the night we spent together.
– Really?
– If you don’t believe me, it’s okay if I’m alone. I love you anyway.
– I believe you, I believe you. I’m trembling with joy. So now you’re truly mine. Oh my God, I’m so happy, Van, my love, my wife, thank you, thank you… now, can I go in and see my child?
– You devil, fuck me, I’m so horny.
– Horny?
– Stop pretending, this pussy is horny, not you.
– Really? Then let it bite my horny dick to teach it a lesson.
Slowly and gently, I pulled in and out, then switched positions repeatedly, but I couldn’t ejaculate because I didn’t dare thrust hard, while her vaginal fluids gushed all over the bed after several attempts to reach climax. Seeing this, I said, “Okay, let me fuck you in the mouth and ejaculate inside for you to swallow.” That night, we only did that one more time before hugging each other and sleeping until morning.
That same morning, after leaving the marriage registration office at the ward, I drove my wife straight to the company to meet with the CEO and explain that I needed to quit my job at the construction site because I was about to become a father. The CEO looked surprised and asked, “When did you get married that you’re about to become a father?” Narrowing my eyes, I replied, “It’s been a while, boss. Please let me take the day off to take my wife for a prenatal checkup; she’s waiting downstairs.”
On the way out of the office, I said to her:
– Let’s go to the HG hotel for breakfast, honey! And then…
– Go on…
– Go down to the third floor, into the fateful room to…
– ???
– Hold the wedding ceremony for the groom and bride after registering their marriage.