On Sunday morning, I sat at a cafe chatting with friends until 9 a.m., planning to take my wife shopping for things we needed to prepare for the baby’s arrival. Unexpectedly, when we got home, my wife told me to change clothes, grab my camera, and go to Ms. Ha’s house for a party (her boss), because she received a substantial bonus the previous day at the end of the quarter.
Opening the gate of the high-walled villa to greet my wife and me was Ms. Ha, a woman in her thirties, impeccably dressed with a slightly superior air of sophistication. Five or six more couples arrived later, some with young children; all were Ms. Ha’s subordinates.
The party was set up next to the swimming pool in the backyard. Mr. Quan, the husband of boss Ha, who is about 50 years old, was quite cheerful and friendly, shaking hands and greeting everyone. He said, “This table is for the ladies, this table is for us men.”
The party hadn’t been going on for long when the gentlemen’s table started chatting animatedly after a few drinks, the ladies’ table was also filled with giggling and laughter, and I kept sitting down and standing up, snapping a few photos here and there.
Around midday, the sun came out, and the ladies decided to change into their swimsuits and head to the pool, except for my pregnant wife, who declined. When they came out in their swimsuits, none of them stepped into the pool; instead, they went over to the potted plants and posed for me to take a picture of them. Among the ladies, Mrs. Ha had the largest breasts, her buttocks weren’t perfectly round but were still substantial, and her stomach was full and wrinkled. The others had varying figures. So before taking the picture, I had to constantly instruct them on how to hide their flaws, because I knew the challenge was that everyone wanted a beautiful photo in a two-piece bikini.
They say that if there were no men in the world, women wouldn’t know shame. And that’s so true, because when the ladies rush into the water, splashing, pushing, pulling each other’s clothes, patting each other’s buttocks, and fondling each other’s breasts for me to photograph from above, even the children playing in the pool are embarrassed and frightened, scattering to the shore.
To impress his wife, that night he went home and used Photoshop to remove all the wrinkles around her eyes, the creases on her stomach, add a little fullness to her bust and hips, and slim down her waist in all of Ms. Ha’s photos. The rest were just superficial edits; he created the files, uploaded them to Google Photos, and told his wife to email them to everyone so they could download whichever photos they liked.
About a month later, while my wife was at work, a strange number called. When I answered, it was Mrs. Ha’s voice.
– Phong, is that you? It’s Ha here. I just got back from a trip to South Korea and have some gifts for you two. Come over to my house right away to pick them up, but remember not to tell your wife Hang so she can be surprised when she gets home this afternoon. Oh, and while you’re at it, could you bring your camera and take a few portraits for me?
Welcoming me into the living room, before I could even sit down, Mrs. Ha turned around and opened the two flaps of her coat, revealing a tiny bikini underneath that clearly showed off her two high, round breasts and her smooth, slender waist.
– Ha just went to Korea and had everything redone. Phong, do you think these photos will turn out okay? Thank you for your help the other day, but Ha thinks they don’t look real, even though they’re very beautiful. Today, Phong, take a really beautiful set of photos for Ha, like Hang’s, so we can look back on them later… I’m a little… hesitant.
– Yes, so do you want to shoot here or by the swimming pool behind the house?
– Just call me Ha, Hang has shown me everything already. We’ll shoot here, then go to the backyard, next to the bedroom and bathroom. Dozens of shots in each place so we can sort through them later. What do you think, Phong?
– Okay, that’s fine too. Let’s start here, Ha. I reluctantly replied.
Then, from the living room, through the dining room, down to the kitchen, out to the garden, by the bathing pool, and in the swimming pool, Ha wore a different style of bikini with varying lengths of cover-ups in each place. In the garden alone, she changed outfits three times right there in front of the camera for me to take pictures.
In the bedroom, jackets, bras, and underwear are taken off and put on repeatedly, completely undressing in various poses, from standing to lying down… In the bathroom, they strike nude poses, standing under the shower, and soaking in the water…
After finishing my work and letting Ha dry off after stepping out of the bathtub, I went down to the living room. I took out the photo card and placed it on the table, then packed my camera and lens into my bag. Ha put on her jacket and sat down next to me, taking my hand.
“Honestly, what do you think of Ha now?”
– “What do you mean, ‘what’?”
– “Is she attractive? When Ha was nude for you to take pictures, did her body look… beautiful, erotic?”
– “Absolutely gorgeous, every part of her is beautiful, like a Japanese model. Just now, you had to clench your teeth a lot to press the shutter button.
” – “And now?”
As she spoke, Ha flung open her jacket, revealing her beautiful figure underneath, her two large, round breasts held high. I immediately stood up, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my 17cm penis, wiggling it. Without waiting for an invitation, Ha grabbed it and put it in her mouth, sucking as if she had never sucked before.
Watching Ha suck and lick, seeing her breasts, I pulled my penis out of her mouth and placed it between her breasts. Ha hugged her breasts tightly, letting me penetrate them, and when the head of my penis emerged, she stuck out her tongue to lick it.
Helping Ha stand up, I sat down, leaning against the back of the chair so she could sit on my lap, then I pressed my lips against hers and French-kissed her. As our tongues intertwined, I lifted her buttocks slightly to thrust my penis neatly into her vagina, then lowered it, telling her, “Fuck me…”
Clinging tightly to my neck and pulling me up, Ha continued to thrust up and down, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Regular squelching sounds echoed as vaginal fluids seeped down my shaft, mixing with the pubic hair below and above. Stimulated, Ha lightly bit my ear: “It’s making a sound, it’s making a sound, honey… honey… do you like it?”
Feeling a tingling sensation in my penis, I stood up and went behind the sofa. I grabbed Ha’s legs and pulled them across the edge of the sofa so her buttocks rested on them, her body and head face down. Patting her butt, I fucked Ha like I was doggy-style-ing a doll. After each pat, I followed with powerful thrusts, making Ha grip the sofa tightly and moan…
Bong Ha rolled over and sat down on the ground: “I’m coming… I’m coming, come here quickly, brother.” I walked over, offered my penis for Ha to suck, grabbed her head and thrust for a while longer until I ejaculated all the way down her throat. I sucked until no more semen came out, then Ha stood up, smiling and saying:
– You’re so good at sex, even after so long you still know how to make people enjoy it.
– Go take a shower, honey, otherwise when we get home, Hang will smell my perfume and know it’s mine, you won’t be able to deny it.
Following Ha up the stairs, I saw her two round, swaying buttocks, her swollen, red labia twitching up and down, revealing a glistening, lustful vulva. My penis throbbed and hardened. Unable to resist, I quickly stepped forward, cupped her vulva, lifted her up like a child, carried her into the room, and laid her on the bed. Kneeling on the floor, I looked at her clearly raised mound, her thick, plump red labia, and the soft, fine pubic hair, like that of a pubic girl. I stroked it and then moved my thumb against her clitoris. Ha closed her eyes, lying still and moaning from the arousal, her hands grabbing my hair and tugging at it. I thrust my tongue deep into her vulva, letting out just enough lustful fluid, then inserted two fingers to find her G-spot and gently caressed it, making Ha scream.
– There, there… right there, do it harder, honey… there, like that. Oh… you’re making me so happy… do it again… do it again… do it again.
Seeing that Ha had passed her climax, I lifted her legs high and inserted my penis until my legs ached, then I lay down on the bed and let Ha ride me like a horse. Because of the vigorous thrusting, my legs got tired and I sat down, arching my back and thrusting my hips like sifting rice. Then I lay face down, hugging her and French kissing her, while my vagina continued to move back and forth like a mortar and pestle.
We French-kissed and then turned into the 69 position. Ha and I bit each other’s penises, masturbated, licked, and sucked each other’s vaginas in ecstatic pleasure. Ha’s vagina was incredibly aroused; she couldn’t take it anymore and rolled over, hugging her legs and lifting her vagina up, saying, “Quick, quickly put your dick in and fuck me, honey.”
Carrying the plow over the mountain, I thrust and pounded to satisfy my lust, then pulled out, slowly pushed back in almost all the way, then slammed it down with a thud, pulled out again… slammed it down with a thud… and so on… and so on. When I saw Ha pull the pillow down and bite it tightly, I immediately put my hands down, pressing Ha’s legs against my breasts, and pounded her like a rice pounder. The pestle worked well, the mortar worked well, making Ha’s hands hit the bed with a bang and her mouth scream.
– Oh, it feels so good, so incredibly good, honey… it feels so incredibly good… I’m coming again… come… come on, honey.
Hearing Ha’s loud moans excited me so much that I couldn’t control myself. I pulled out my dick, tensed my body, and ejaculated all over her stomach, chest, and even her face. I wiped the semen off her stomach and chest, spread it evenly over her breasts, then put my hand to my mouth and licked it. Ha looked at Phong with eyes that seemed to thank him, as if silently saying, “I like you now, you know that.”