Chapter One

During the final year of high school, my mother, fearing I would become too reliant on home, insisted that I try to stand on my own two feet. During that precious final summer of my teenage years, she arranged my very first job.

It was a running errand boy position at a small grocery store—which essentially meant doing everything. I truly didn't know what my mother was thinking; I could have easily found easier work, such as tutoring elementary students or working as a data entry clerk. Instead, I had to arrive at the shop early every morning to sweep, greet customers, arrange stock, and make deliveries. Every task fell to me.

Aside from me, the temporary "slave" of the shop, there were only the owner and his wife. They lived in the apartment above the store, so the shop often didn't close until after ten at night.

The owner was nearly sixty, a kind and easy-going man. He was quite small and thin, a man of many words and an even greater love for alcohol. While working in the shop, he would often sneak a few drinks, and by evening, he would frequently slip out to have several more with the old neighbors, refusing to return until he was thoroughly drunk.

The mistress was the owner's wife, whom he had married from Fujian, China, six years prior. They had no children. She was quite young, only in her thirties, creating a staggering thirty-year age gap between her and her husband. Her temperament was the polar opposite of his; she was fiery and stingy, constantly barking orders at me to do this or that. If it weren't for the fact that she was quite beautiful, I would have punched her long ago.

To be fair, this mainland mistress was indeed stunning. She was tall, standing well over six feet. She spoke with a sultry, melodic accent, and the tight-fitting dresses she frequently wore accentuated a voluptuous figure that made men enchanted and women envious.

Many male customers had "other intentions besides the wine," coming specifically to admire her charms. The owner, being a gentle soul, didn't mind much; he viewed their lecherous glances and verbal flirtations as harmless, as long as business remained excellent.

Because of the long hours spent in the shop, I often had the chance to witness the spoils of the job. Sometimes, when the mistress leaned over, the plunging neckline of her dress would reveal her massive, heavy breasts—and occasionally, she would be wearing nothing underneath. When she crouched down, she would often reveal a sliver of her small, pale panties, which struggled to contain the thick, fleshy curves of her vulva. It made me want to lunge forward and breathe in her scent deeply.

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Chapter Two

One evening during my third week of work, the owner was brought home by several neighbors, so drunk he was nearly unconscious. Amidst the mistress's scolding, I scrambled to help carry him upstairs.

The mistress followed behind, ordering me to go down and secure the shop doors for the night. I laid the owner on the sofa and hurried downstairs to close up.

A short while later, having finished the chores, I prepared to head home. As I ran upstairs to bid the mistress goodnight, a sudden scream pierced the air. I rushed into the inner hall to find that the drunken old man had vomited all over his wife.

"You old devil! You'll pay for this when you wake up tomorrow! Damn it, the whole of me reeks of your filth..." she grumbled and cursed.

"Mistress, let me... let me help you!"

I hurried to the bathroom, fetched a large basin of hot water and a towel, and helped her clean the owner before helping him change into his pajamas.

"Here, let me carry him to the bedroom for you!" I offered.

"Hmph! Don't bother with him... just let him sleep there. I don't want him in my bed!" she snapped petulantly.

"Then... I'll be going now!" I said.

"Hey, Ah-Ching! Could you do me a favor and prepare a hot bath? I need to go to the bedroom to get the sheets and pillows for this old fool. I don't want him getting sick, or else there will be more work for me!"

Ah, well, she was used to barking orders at me. I went to the bathroom to prepare the water. As I knelt to adjust the temperature, staring into the tub, a deep sigh escaped my lips. The mistress bathed in this tub every day, washing her soft breasts and her slick, moist vulva. Just the thought of it made my loins burn with heat.

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Chapter Three

"Ah-Ching, what are you dazing about for? How much longer must a girl wait, you little dummy!"

As I stood there, lost in thought while swirling my hands in the water, the mistress's stern voice rang out behind me.

I turned around and gasped, not just because she had appeared in the doorway, but because she had already stripped. She was pulling down her bra and nonchalantly sliding off her panties, standing completely naked before me. It was obvious she was doing it on purpose.

She showed no hint of shyness, standing there with the poise of a queen. I felt as though I were seeing things a boy shouldn't see; I crouched there, head lowered, afraid to move. Yet, the flames of desire pushed me to steal a glance at the deep red lips nestled within her dark forest of hair.

"Hey! Who told you to peek? You lecherous little brat..." she teased with a laugh.

"..." I was speechless, staring up at her provocative body. Immediately, my lower half reacted with a violent surge.

Trembling, I stood up, feeling lost and flustered. The mistress walked toward me, her large breasts swaying with every step, and lifted a long, beautiful leg to rest it on the edge of the bathtub. What exquisite, slender legs!

"I'm going to bathe now. Do you... want to join me?" she suddenly blurted out.

Unsure whether to be overjoyed or terrified, I hesitated before nodding.

"Haha! You actually took me seriously!" she laughed heartily.

"You... you..." My face turned a deep crimson from embarrassment.

Frustrated and mortified, I vowed never to return here. I turned to walk away without a word, but suddenly, she wrapped her arms around me from behind in a tight embrace.

"Mmm... Ah-Ching, take off your clothes..." she hummed seductively in my ear.

My heart began to hammer against my ribs. In the end, desire triumphed over anger. I obeyed her command, mechanically stripping off my clothes. When only my underwear remained, a look of distress crossed my face. My penis had swollen to its limit, thumping and twitching inside the fabric.

"Hmm? Have you never been in front of a woman before?" she asked mockingly.

Her sharp words stung, but I said nothing. Turning my back to her, I slowly peeled away the final piece of cloth.

After checking the water temperature, the mistress turned off the tap and slid gracefully into the tub. She watched me as I tried to use my hands to hide my embarrassment, her eyes commanding me to approach.

"Stand at attention!" she ordered.

I stood straight before her, following her command, though my hands still tried to shield my crotch.

"What's the matter? Are you too shy to show me because it's so small? Don't worry... it won't bother me!" she teased again.

Damn it! I was afraid she'd be shocked by the monster between my legs! Fine, then let her see what a real man looks like. I released my hands, and my stiff cock snapped forward, slapping against my stomach with a loud *thwack*. The mistress's expression shifted from surprise to a wide, wicked, and satisfied grin.

"Good! Just like that! Don't you dare move!" she commanded.

She stood up and draped a bath towel over my erect cock, using it as a sort of makeshift hook. I must have looked ridiculous, but I took the challenge seriously, focusing all my willpower on my loins, straining to stay still.

"Hehe... if it falls, there will be hell to pay!" she giggled.

Then, as if to tease me, the naked mistress began to strike a series of provocative, Marilyn Monroe-esque poses before my eyes. Watching her hot, naked body, my face became a mask of mingled agony and ecstasy as I endured the torture of being forbidden to move.

The mistress slowly reclined back into the tub, the hot water spilling over and wetting my feet.

"Ah... so comfortable..." she sighed softly.

In the water, her skin looked even more porcelain. Her rounded, beautiful breasts, her slender waist, and the vivid dark hair of her mound stimulated my adolescent lust to the breaking point. The intense reaction caused the towel to lift and sag rhythmically.

The mistress closed her eyes, appearing to drift into a peaceful slumber. I feasted my eyes upon her sensual body, etching every detail into my mind. By now, I didn't even care if the towel fell. My cock was so engorged it was almost painful; the ache of emptiness was becoming truly unbearable.

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Chapter Four

After an unknown amount of time, the mistress finally woke and opened her eyes to find me staring. Our gazes met, and I panicked, averting my eyes in shame, certain she had caught me in my lecherous daydream.

Suddenly, there was a splash as she stood up and moved from the tub to a small plastic stool beside it.

"Hey! Why are you still standing there like a fool? That's enough! Come... come wash my body."

Liberated, I eagerly obeyed. Kneeling beside her, I filled a basin with water, lathered a sponge with soap, and began by washing her beautiful, long legs.

"Don't use the sponge! Isn't it better to use your hands directly?" she suggested suggestively.

Overjoyed, I immediately rubbed plenty of soap onto my hands and began touching her skin directly. Despite kneeling on the cold tiles, my whole body felt feverish. I worked diligently on her slender legs, carefully washing every toe until she began to giggle from the tickling sensation.

They were such beautiful toes—slender and cool to the touch. Unable to help myself, I began to suck them one by one into my mouth. The mistress kept her eyes half-closed, seemingly enjoying the sensation. I moved upward, cleaning her calves, her knees, and her thighs. But then, my hands faltered in confusion. *Could I wash there? Would she mind if I touched there?*

I looked at her, waiting for a signal. It was as if she had read my mind; she smiled silently and spread her legs wide, adopting a pose that made her easily accessible. Her vulva was laid bare before me. I felt a sense of trepidation, handling her as if she were a precious treasure.

After working up a lather, my trembling hands began to wash through her thick pubic hair. The mistress sat upright like a queen, displaying her private parts without a shred of modesty. Suddenly, she reached down with two fingers, spreading her labia to reveal the smooth, pink inner walls, signaling for me to go deeper.

I could hardly believe my eyes. I extended two fingers, carefully brushing against that sacred passage before slowly sliding them inside. Whether it was the soap or her own natural lubrication, the sensation of sliding against those slick, fleshy walls was electrifying. The joy of touching the mysterious core of this seductive woman—a dream for a thousand male customers—sent me soaring.

Her vagina was slippery, yet it felt alive. As my fingers slid in, the walls seemed to pulse and wrap around them, contracting tightly before relaxing. Her labia minora were obscured by the foam, leaving me to explore solely through touch and sensation.

My hands moved incessantly between her thighs. In the heat of the moment, one finger accidentally slipped toward her other opening. I nervously pulled it back.

"It's alright, wash there too! Come, keep going..." she laughed.

Truthfully, my cock was so engorged it was becoming painful. The act of fingering her had pushed my excitement to the absolute limit. Stars danced before my eyes, but fearing her wrath, I told myself to endure!

As my middle finger re-entered her and found her anus, I began to massage it gently. As I worked around the opening, the finger slipped a bit too deep.

"Ah! No...!" she cried out, slapping my face with her hand.

"..." I lowered my head in silence, rubbing the spot where she had struck me.

"Who told you that you could poke your finger in there? Damn it! You made it sting!" she scolded sternly.

Seeing me cowering, she suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back to force me to look at her.

"Oh, please! Don't act so pitiful. You're a lecherous little pervert, and you can't hide it from me!"

She pulled so hard it felt as though my hair might come out, and then she pressed her bare foot firmly against my throbbing cock, teasing it with her toes.

"Look! What is this? This is the proof! What were you thinking, making this little thing so huge? Doesn't this prove you're a pervert?" she teased cruelly.

My face burned. Though anger flared within me, for some reason, I continued to endure the torment. It was clear that deep down, I loved being treated this way. Whether it was a perverted lust or a masochistic streak, the sensation brought me intense pleasure and excitement.

Far from hating her teasing, having my hair pulled and my cock pressed by her foot only made me harder. As she said, the proof was in the pudding—my penis swelled even further. It seemed to crave more of her "cruelty," bouncing back every time she pressed down.

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Chapter Five

"Mistress... I... I want to... have sex with you. I really want to fuck you..." I gathered every ounce of courage to say it, knowing she might scold me.

In response, another sharp slap landed on my cheek.

"Fuck? If you want to fuck so badly, go find your mother! How dare you say you want to fuck me!"

The words that required the most courage had yielded the harshest result. My face began to throb with heat and pain. But no—it wasn't just pain. It was a strange, wonderful sensation. I could no longer tell where the sting ended and the pleasure began.

"Hey! You little lecher, you haven't finished washing me yet! Come, you must do a thorough job!" The mistress, who had been standing, suddenly sat back down before me.

Her magnificent, heavy breasts swayed before my eyes. I forgot the ache in my cock and the pain in my knees on the cold tiles. I began to wash her body again with a newfound, humble devotion.

From her full breasts to her arms and armpits, from her shoulders to her limbs, and across her smooth, snowy back, I cleaned every inch. The thought that I was touching every part of her beautiful body brought a strange sense of satisfaction.

The mistress poured a basin of warm water over herself and reclined comfortably in the tub once more.

"Ah! So good! You little lecher... wash yourself too! Don't think I'll be scrubbing your body for you."

As I washed, every time my hand brushed against my swollen member, it drove me toward madness. I wanted to grab it and masturbate violently just to find release. But in front of her, I lacked the courage to be so bold.

Soon, the sound of splashing water signaled her exit from the tub. She stepped out of the bathroom without drying herself, and I immediately grabbed a towel to follow.

We entered the main hall. The owner was still dead to the world, snoring unpleasantly.

"Come, dry me off!" the mistress whispered, glancing at her husband.

Taking the towel, I gently and slowly wiped the water droplets from her skin. Her hair, face, limbs, shoulders, armpits, breasts, belly, waist, back, buttocks, vulva, long legs, and toes—every single part was meticulously dried.

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Chapter Six

After her bath, the mistress looked like a radiant goddess to me. Her tall, voluptuous frame, paired with her damp, long hair, was unimaginably sexy. There stood a teenage boy before a goddess. Beneath his naked form, his cock was visibly throbbing and hard.

"What is it, Ah-Ching? Do you want another beating?" she whispered, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.

"Hmph! You really are a wicked woman. You look like a goddess, but it's just a mask! In reality, you're just a lecherous masochist, aren't you?" My eyes flashed as I finally spoke the truth hidden in my heart.

"Ah-Ching, you... how can you say that?" she whispered in surprise. She was clearly wary of waking her sleeping husband.

Since coming out of the bathroom, she had been careful not to speak loudly, even when scolding me. She was terrified of waking him and having him see me naked. Ha! Finally, I had found her weakness.

"Hey! Mistress! Lie down and crawl over here..." I walked to the side of the sofa where the owner lay and issued my own command.

She froze for a moment, then a wicked smirk played on her lips. Like a well-oiled machine, she obeyed, dropping to the floor. She began to crawl toward me, her movements fluid and predatory, like a black panther.

"Mmm... Master, what do you want your slave to do?" she purred like a tame cat, rubbing her soft face against my hairy thighs.

"Wow, since when did you become so well-behaved?" I teased, lightly patting her cheek.

"Master, I know my mistakes. I will make it up to you!" she said, looking up with a smile.

She then turned around, bending her upper body forward so that her lush buttocks were presented to me, hoisted high to reveal her dark, puckered anus. I knew this was her way of compensating for my earlier intrusion into her rear. I knelt behind her, one hand slapping her smooth buttocks while the other toyed with her opening.

"Mmm... it tickles... ah, it hurts... so embarrassing..." she whimpered.

A thirty-year-old woman lay naked on the living room carpet, her snowy buttocks turning red under my palms.

"Ah! Master, let me go to hell!" she cried, arching her hips even higher.

My lust was overflowing. I began to bite and suck at her rounded buttocks with my teeth, while my hands traveled up to her heavy breasts, kneading her hard nipples.

She groaned through gritted teeth, her whole body trembling violently. I pressed my lips to hers, and we shared a silent, deep kiss, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Simultaneously, I guided my hot, swollen cock to her slit and thrust it inside.

She was already soaking wet. I began to pump into her frantically, my hips driving forward to bury the full seven inches of my length deep within her.

"Mmm... ah... nngh... ahhh!" She wept, her face a mask of pain and ecstasy. A woman was at her most beautiful when she was like this.

Her cries grew louder, and sweat began to bead on her naked skin. Her muscles spasmed as she squeezed her sphincter tight, her smooth belly heaving with every thrust.

Lost in a trance, I gripped her slender waist and drove into her with wild abandon, the wet, slapping sounds of our friction growing louder. The mistress met my rhythm, her hips swaying to meet me as she experienced a sensation of floating in the air.

After about ten minutes, I slowed down, wanting to change positions. She suggested we move to the bedroom, where the air conditioning would allow us to continue more comfortably. I agreed; her cries were getting so loud that the owner was bound to wake up soon.

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Chapter Seven

"Come! Let me show you a position you'll love," she whispered once we were in the bedroom.

She lay on her back and spread her legs wide, lifting them high and pulling them back toward her head with her hands. It was a feat of flexibility akin to a yogi or an acrobat, her feet resting on either side of her face, her thighs framing her own head and belly.

"Wow! That's incredible..." I praised her sincerely.

From this angle, I could see her anus, her vulva, her breasts, and her face all at once. For a woman of her stature to perform such a move was nothing short of miraculous.

"Now, tie my hands to my legs. That way you can play with my mouth, then enter my vagina, then my anus, and still be able to rub my clitoris while you're inside," she explained.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked, concerned.

"Thirty minutes is no problem. Back in Fujian, I was on the county gymnastics team! Besides, I practice these stretches all the time to maintain my figure."

As she spoke, her juices began to flow. I grew excited, but since there was no rope, I used her black silk stockings to bind her wrists to her ankles. I piled pillows under her hips so her rear was aimed perfectly upward, ready for my whims.

The position was incredibly stimulating—something I had never experienced before. My young blood began to boil.

I first straddled her head, staring down at her wet vulva and deep red anus. The seductive mistress looked up at me from below, her tongue darting out to tease my heavy testicles.

I began to spank her buttocks again, and she reacted instantly, her whole body trembling with unfulfilled desire. While enjoying the sensation of the spanking, I pressed my cock against her lips.

"Mmm... mmm..."

As if she had found the finest delicacy, she took my engorged cock into her mouth, making lewd, sucking sounds.

"Nngh... ah... Mistress..."

I closed my eyes, lost in the pleasure she provided. Before long, my mouth was pressed against her labia, sucking greedily at the overflowing nectar. I used my tongue to stimulate her clitoris, eliciting waves of moans from her. Seeing her so lost in passion, I thrust the entire length of my cock into her mouth, nearly pushing my balls in as well, stifling her cries.

After we had tasted one another, I moved behind her. I took my slick, saliva-coated cock and thrust it vertically into her gaping, soaking wet vulva.

She had clearly been deprived of sex for a while; her hunger was voracious tonight. Waves of moisture surged from her, wetting our thighs and soaking the entire bed.

Her moans were sweeter and more melodic than those of a teenage girl, driving me into a frenzy. To prevent her cries from waking the owner, I pressed my mouth against hers, muffling her. Her tongue darted into my mouth like a soft, writhing creature. It felt incredible.

As we continued our frantic rhythm, the bed creaked so loudly it sounded as if it might break. But the impact allowed me to sink even deeper into her honeyed depths.

"More... don't stop! Harder... harder... yes... just like that!" she groaned, her brow furrowed in pleasure.

I continued my frantic assault, my hips moving like a piston. We were both drenched in sweat.

"Ah... ah... AHHHH!" The deep, rhythmic thrusting finally drew a primal roar from her.

The tight clenching of her vaginal muscles sent me into a state of pure euphoria. My reason dissolved into a series of tremors.

"Ah! It's too good... mmm..." I groaned along with her.

"Yes, Ah-Ching... good boy... you're fucking me... so good! You're ten thousand times better than that old man! Ahhh!" She thrashed her head and hips, her voice soul-stirring.

Sweat dripped from my neck and chest onto her face and breasts. As we reached the climax, my thrusts became frenzied, as if trying to split her open.

"Ah... mmm... Ah-Ching... I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried, her eyes rolling back.

Her entire body convulsed as if possessed, and a torrent of climaxed fluid sprayed out. The warmth of it against my cock was divine.

We both cried out, forgetting the world outside. My pulsing member continued to pump inside her narrow canal, the slick walls squeezing me so tightly it felt as though there was no air left. Unable to hold back any longer, my cock surged, and wave after wave of hot, thick semen erupted deep inside her.

I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, almost forgetting to untie her. Once freed, the mistress crawled on top of me, using her tongue to lick the fluids from my head, shaft, and thighs until we were clean. The once-fiery mistress was now as gentle as a Persian kitten.

"Mistress... I came deep inside you, and we didn't... we didn't use protection. I'm worried... there might be trouble..." I whispered.

"Hehe! You mean... a pregnancy?" she teased.

I nodded. Usually, when not using a condom, I tried to finish outside. I had seen enough trouble in my life; I wasn't ready to be a father.

"Ha! If I could get pregnant, it would be wonderful! I've waited so long and tried everything, but nothing happens. That old man is truly spent. If your seed can take root, I might just worship you like a god!" she sighed wistfully.

Seeing her momentary melancholy, I sat up and held her close, offering silent comfort. Before long, our lust was rekindled, and we went at it for two or three more rounds until my "treasure" was too exhausted to even move.

For the next month, it seemed we were fooling around every two days, often even during work hours. Sometimes she would pull me into the storeroom, and sometimes we would do it in the main hall in broad daylight, completely ignoring the owner's presence! He seemed to know nothing, yet sometimes it felt as though he knew everything.

Once school started, the part-time job ended. Though I would occasionally drop by the shop to say hello, our "sexual activities" seemed to have dwindled to zero.

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Chapter Eight

When the final exams were over, my classmates and I went out to celebrate. Coincidentally, the restaurant was near the grocery store where I used to work.

It had been several months since my last visit. As we passed the shop, I told my friends to head to the restaurant first while I stepped inside to say hello to the owner and his wife.

As soon as I walked in, I saw the owner. I greeted him with a smile, but his face turned pale. His lips trembled as he mumbled incoherently, his eyes constantly darting toward the back of the shop as if worried about something.

Soon, the mistress emerged. She froze when she saw me, but she looked even more shocked than I did. I stared at her, not at her beautiful face, but at her abdomen, which was now heavily, visibly pregnant.

"Ah... Ah-Ching! It's... it's been a long time. How are you?" she asked softly.

"..." I was speechless.

"Forgive me, I'm not feeling very well. I need to go upstairs to rest. You know how troublesome a pregnant woman can be! Mmm... why don't you sit for a moment and chat with the owner?" she said slowly.

"Oh... no... no, I should go! My friends are waiting for me at the restaurant!" I said awkwardly.

The owner approached me, his hand trembling as he gripped mine, murmuring his thanks repeatedly. My heart grew heavy.

"Ah-Ching! If... if you like... you can be his godfather. The doctor says it's a boy! But if... if you..." The owner trailed off, unable to finish.

"No... it's okay. I'm going to university next year, so I'll be very busy. Please take care of yourselves. Goodbye!" Without looking back, I bolted from the shop toward the restaurant.

*Ha! So it was all arranged. I was nothing more than a 'seed donor.' Well, that's fine! I lost nothing, and in return, I got to fuck a woman as beautiful as her. She gave me so much pleasure. Besides, I helped them in a big way. Why not?* I thought, offering myself a bit of cynical comfort.

That day, amidst the laughter of my friends, I ate the most tasteless meal of my life.