"Hey guys, are you free tomorrow? I've got a game we can all play." The person saying this was Brother Jie in the group chat. I remembered he was from Class Four, but I didn't know exactly who he was. "I can go," I replied first, thinking this would be a good chance to see the true face of this mysterious person. "If Xu Wei is going, then I'll go too," my deskmate chimed in. Aside from us two, no one else responded, probably because nobody really knew him. I thought about persuading Liu Yang to join, but he said he had plans over the weekend and couldn't make it—most likely off to see Fu Qinghan again.
Brother Jie added me on WeChat privately and said, "Saturday, 11 a.m., Room 2107, No. 122 Shanghai Road." I checked the map and found out the location was a love hotel. Instantly, an inexplicable fire ignited in my heart. Then Brother Jie sent a 15-second video. In the video, a woman with heavily pixelated face was kneeling on the floor, her hands crossed and placed under her head as if bowing. "Huh?" The same pose as in Teacher Wu's video? Beside the woman lay only a pair of glossy, crotchless sheer stockings, nothing else—the same item placement, the same action. Who was this woman? After bowing, the woman slowly sat up. Even through the thick mosaic, I could sense the coldness and anger in her expression. Her ample 36D chest trembled with each breath, as if she were furious. The video ended quickly. "What is this??" I asked Brother Jie on WeChat... "Be there on time tomorrow. Don't ask anything else," he replied, then ignored me. After watching the video, I was fairly certain that Brother Jie had some intricate connection with Teacher Wu—the same setting, the same actions. What was he up to? With half anticipation and half suspicion, I fell into a deep sleep.
At 9:30 on Saturday morning, I woke up groggily. My mom had left early, leaving a bowl of congee and a note on the table telling me to eat by myself. I hastily finished the congee, met up with my deskmate, and we quickly took a taxi to the destination. Arriving at the hotel, we explained our purpose to the front desk, showed our IDs, and hurried upstairs to Room 2107 under the suspicious gazes of the staff—after all, two 18-year-old boys at a love hotel was a bit unusual.
We knocked on the door of 2107, but there was no response from inside. "Brother Jie, we're here," I messaged him on WeChat. Slowly, a key card for Room 2106 was pushed out from under the door of 2107. "Go open Room 2106. The toy is inside." Eagerly, I took the key card and swiped it to enter Room 2106. As soon as we stepped into the suite, an atmosphere of sensuality enveloped us—seductive pink lighting, sheer fabrics draped everywhere, and irregularly shaped furniture. If I weren't a seasoned veteran who had seen it all, I would have been intimidated by the setup. Like my deskmate, for instance—once inside, he could barely walk, trembling with nervousness, and I had to calm him down.
Passing through a glass partition into the bedroom, I was met with a scene that was both intensely erotic and deeply unsettling. Why erotic? Because at the center of the room stood a large circular pleasure bed, neatly arranged with an array of sex toys. There were dildos ranging from 12cm to 20cm in length, a vibrator I had only ever seen in adult films, and nearby lay a whip and an SP paddle. On the floor beside the bed, I even spotted a full-sized fucking machine! But why unsettling? Against the wall directly opposite the bed was a woman clad only in a pair of glossy crotchless stockings, half-crouching and half-leaning against the wall. Strangely, only the lower half of her body was in room 2106—her upper half extended into room 2107. This pleasure hotel had designed a "wall hole" feature, reminiscent of adult video setups, where a hole had been carved into the partition between two rooms. The woman had squeezed through, her waist tightly wedged in the middle.
I slammed my hand against the wall several times, hoping for some response, but there was none from the other side. "Today's game: satisfy this woman," a message from Brother J flashed on my phone, brief and to the point. "Where are you? In 2107? Who are you? Who is this woman? What's the purpose of this game?" I fired off a barrage of questions to Brother J. "1. I'm in 2107. 2. Who I am doesn't matter. 3. This woman can be anyone, anyone you imagine. 4. The purpose has already been stated," Brother J replied calmly, addressing each of my queries. "Oh, and don't bother trying to find me—this hotel takes client privacy very seriously. Don't attempt to come to 2107 either; I've locked the door. And forget about getting any response by pounding on the wall. This is a pleasure hotel with the city's best soundproofing—nothing from your side reaches here." Brother J's warning carried a hint of threat. "You can cum directly inside this woman's wet pussy. Now, the game begins!"
I exchanged a glance with my classmate behind me. No matter what, we had to finish this game first. Besides, with such an exceptional woman right in front of us, two young men in the prime of our lives couldn't resist such temptation. "Let's get started," I said to him. Hearing this, he quickly pulled down his pants, and his roughly 14cm-long penis, freed from the constraints of his underwear, stood erect. He immediately gripped the woman's waist with both hands and thrust forward. The sound of slapping echoed through the bedroom, but no matter how hard he worked, I couldn't sense even the slightest hint of arousal from the woman. I watched as my classmate, drenched in sweat, struggled to thrust into her, yet she showed no reaction at all—limp and lifeless, as if embedded in the wall.
"Ah...!" With a low, gruff groan, my classmate abruptly pulled his dick out of the woman's pussy and ejaculated onto her shiny, silk-stocking-clad buttocks. He then took out a tissue and gently wiped away the semen before saying to the woman, "I'm sorry." After witnessing his actions, I was utterly dumbfounded. I smacked his head in frustration. "First of all, you could've just cum inside her. Second, there's no need to apologize to her—why say sorry to a prostitute? And lastly, this room is soundproof. Even if you apologize, she can't hear you!" I scolded him relentlessly. Unfazed, he sheepishly replied, "You take over, Wei. It's my first time; as long as I enjoyed it, that's enough."
Fine, I'll take over. Even if I haven't done it myself, I've seen it plenty of times. With all the adult films I've watched, this was my first step toward putting theory into practice! I started by inserting a medium-sized vibrator into the woman's pussy and set it to medium intensity. As it went in, her legs trembled slightly, followed by a small shake of her buttocks, as if saying, "I want it." Then, I slowly traced my fingers along her labia. Unlike Ms. Wu's, her labia had the plumpness characteristic of a mature woman—she must've been around 40, I thought as I played with them. Gradually, the area around her pussy grew moist. "Well, well, so after all that thrusting earlier, she was still dry? If anything, she's being generous not kicking you for how you treated her," I remarked, pointing at her pussy to my classmate, who was watching from the side.
Next, I abruptly pulled out the vibrator. Her pussy contracted violently, and her large, shiny-stocking-clad buttocks began to sway urgently. I knew what that meant: "Hurry up and fuck me."
I selected the smallest 12cm dildo from the assortment on the bed. Holding the toy in my left hand, I inserted half of it into the woman's pussy while slowly rubbing her clitoris with my right hand. Her clit, already swollen from earlier teasing, had become plump and flushed like a ripe cherry, glistening with moisture. I alternated between shallow and deep thrusts with the dildo while continuing to play with her clit. But how could a mere 12cm toy satisfy the cravings of a forty-year-old woman's hungry pussy? She desperately clenched around the slender toy with her vaginal muscles, hips, and entire lower body, trying to extract every bit of pleasure from the inadequate substitute.
The clitoral stimulation provided more direct and intense pleasure, so even with my gentlest touches, she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Whenever her body tensed and her legs began trembling slightly, I knew she was close to climax. At that moment, I would immediately withdraw my right hand from her clit and stop the dildo's movements. Within moments, she would deflate like a punctured balloon, going from full-body tension to complete limpness. Visualizing her as my teacher Wu Jie, I continued this torment with renewed enthusiasm. After several repetitions, she became extremely sensitive - even the lightest tap on her clit would make her body stiffen immediately. I'd release the pressure, she'd collapse again, and I reveled in this game.
Stopping all movement, I pulled out the dildo. The woman reacted as if suddenly deprived of something essential, frantically grinding her hips with such obscene movements that even the most wanton prostitute would feel inadequate and retire in shame. Smack! My palm landed sharply on her buttocks. As if reading my mind, she immediately spread her legs wide, forming a perfect 90-degree angle between her calves and thighs, welcoming my cock. Her flexibility is remarkable, capable of such professional positioning, I thought while removing my pants. My 18cm cock stood proud - my most prized weapon. Positioning the head directly at her entrance, I thrust in completely. Her pussy swallowed all 18cm, my balls and pelvis slamming against her firm, rounded buttocks. The soft flesh provided a cushioning effect that felt immensely satisfying.
As I began to withdraw for the next thrust, the woman beneath me started shaking uncontrollably, her body convulsing to the point of full-body spasms. Her strong legs thrashed irregularly - she was climaxing. I had to grip her waist firmly to prevent her from collapsing in her ecstatic state. Slowly pulling my cock out, a gush of transparent fluid erupted from her pussy. As her hips continued twitching, the scene resembled a musical fountain display. The initial torrent gradually diminished to smaller spurts, then finally became a trickling stream. By this point, all her earlier provocative energy had drained away, leaving her barely able to maintain a standing position.
"Smack." I gave the woman's butt another firm slap. "Can't handle it already? I haven't even finished yet." I knew she couldn't hear me, so I was just talking to myself. After a short rest, the woman slowly began swaying her hips again. Hah, this woman really isn't easy to satisfy! I got back into position and launched another assault on her pussy. Her soft buttocks bore the brunt of my repeated thrusts. The technique of nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one was something I learned online, and she seemed to really enjoy it too. Whenever I plunged deep inside, she would tightly clamp her vagina around my cock, giving me immense pleasure.
Just then, "buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz"—my phone rang. It was a call from my mom. Did she finish grading the exams already? I wondered.
"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I answered the phone, slightly slowing down the pace of my thrusts.
"Mmm... son... what did you... have for lunch... hah..." Mom's voice sounded utterly exhausted, probably because the morning's grading had worn her out.
"Mom, I had hotpot with friends at noon! I'm with Wang Peng right now. Wang Peng!" I shouted toward the bed. "Hey, Auntie, we had hotpot!" Wang Peng chimed in to back me up. With such a delectable woman right in front of us, who had the mind to eat hotpot at noon?
"Mom, what did you have for lunch after finishing grading this morning?" To avoid raising suspicion, I turned the question back to her.
"Mmm... mmm... your mom... I... finished grading... really late... so I just bought a hotdog." My mom's weak voice came through from the other end of the line. It sounded like she was eating something, but the call quality wasn't great—I could only hear the sound of her taking bites, not chewing or swallowing.
Gradually, I got used to the rhythm of fucking the woman while talking to my mom on the phone. I decided to ramp up the intensity. "Smack~" A soft smacking sound accompanied my full-force thrust. The woman beneath me suddenly tightened her vagina. "Ah..." The sudden constriction enveloped my entire cock, and the pleasurable sensation made me let out an involuntary, muffled groan.
"~Ah~." I wasn't sure if I was imagining it, but just as I thrust deeply into the woman's pussy, my mom's voice seemed to overlap with mine through the phone receiver.
"Ah, Mom. I just burned my mouth on the hotpot." Feeling a bit guilty, I quickly made up an excuse.
"Mmm~ I... just now... got salad dressing... on my clothes." The same weak female voice replied. "Mom... is too tired today. I'm going to... hang up now."
"Okay, bye, Mom!" I quickly ended the call. I had been looking for an excuse to hang up, and now I could focus entirely on playing with the body in front of me. Maybe it was because I had just spoken to my mom, but the woman's appearance began to shift back and forth between looking like Teacher Wu Jie and looking like my mom. When I imagined the woman as my mom, an unusual wave of pleasure surged through me. Lost in the alternating images of Teacher Wu and my mom, I continued thrusting forcefully into the woman's pussy, stroke after stroke.
After an indeterminate amount of thrusting, the woman beneath me climaxed with another gush, and I finally felt I was about to ejaculate. I grabbed the SP paddle from the floor and delivered three sharp, hard slaps to her buttocks. As if understanding my intention, she rose onto her toes and arched her back, presenting herself as if ready to receive my release.
"What a slut, hmph~!" I also shifted onto my toes slightly to ensure every drop of semen would fill her depths. "Mmm..." With a low groan of pleasure, I released a thick, heavy stream deep inside her. The woman experienced another brief climax from my ejaculation, and I withdrew my now-softened member. "If her upper body were in this room, I'd make her clean me up," I thought to myself. She clenched tightly, trying to prevent my semen from leaking out, but a few drops of white fluid still escaped. I patted her buttocks, and she responded with a playful wiggle. "Still want more?" I thought, startled. What an insatiable slut—she'd already climaxed four or five times in the past couple of hours. Was she still not satisfied? Clearly, achieving the goal Brother Jie mentioned wasn't going to be easy.
I glanced at my limp cock, then at her dripping, unsatisfied pussy, still oozing with semen and arousal. Suddenly, my eyes caught the large fucking machine by the bed. "You old slut, let me show you the power of technology!" I set up the machine and tossed the remote to my deskmate, Wang Peng. "Just adjust the speed and watch this slut—play her to death," I said casually before heading to the bathroom. Today had been incredible, and I needed to wash up thoroughly to avoid my mom noticing anything at home.
After about half an hour in the shower, I stepped out and was instantly stunned by the scene before me. The woman hung limply against the wall like a lifeless slab of meat; without the support of the wall fixture, I had no doubt she'd collapse to the floor. The machine was off, but the ground was flooded as if a tsunami had hit—a vast pool of mixed fluids soaked the floor. I could only imagine the intensity of the orgasms she must have had to expel so much liquid. By the bed, my deskmate was furiously stroking his cock. "You were right, Wei-ge. A slut like this deserves to be drowned in cum," he said, his earlier awkwardness and hesitation gone, replaced by a feral intensity.
"Ahhh!!!" With an angry roar, he released a thick, potent stream deep into her. This time, however, she showed no reaction, making no effort to clamp down and keep the semen inside. "Wei-ge, she's so loose now—shouldn't we plug her up or something?" he asked, his eyes landing on her only remaining garment: a pair of flesh-toned, glossy crotchless stockings. Without another word, he yanked them from her legs, balled them up, and forcefully stuffed them into her opening. Thanks to the afternoon's relentless use, the insertion went smoothly, unlike the struggle Teacher Wu had faced with the stockings. "Wei-ge, how's that? Just like Teacher Wu's style!" I gave him a thumbs-up in approval.
"Ding-ding" was a message from Brother Jie: "Congratulations, you've successfully completed the game!" Attached was a picture of a woman wearing an SM hood, making a "yeah" gesture with her right hand. Only her mouth was visible, with traces of white fluid lingering at the corners. It was that woman!!! I recognized her instantly—what a slut, getting fucked from below while giving another man a blowjob.
"Now you can tell me, who exactly are you?" My wariness toward Brother Jie had lessened considerably. After all, he had just given me such an exceptional woman to play with, and it wouldn't be appropriate to press him further. "You'll have a chance to find out in the future. Next time, we'll continue this game." With those words, Brother Jie stopped responding.
Knock, knock. It was the customer service manager at the door. "It's time to check out. Please pack up." I glanced at my watch—it was already 4:30 p.m. My mom was probably getting anxious at home. I quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my things, and left Room 2106. As for that woman? Who cared? She was just a whore.
By the time I got home, it was almost 6 p.m. The autumn sky in the north was already growing dim. I tiptoed upstairs, bracing myself for my mom's storm of questioning. But when I opened the door, the house was quiet—my mom hadn't returned yet! Overjoyed, I swiftly took off my clothes, tidied up the house, and laid out my homework, posing as if I'd been hard at work at my desk, quietly waiting for her return. About 20 minutes later, I heard the door open—it was my mom.
"Mom, why are you back so late?" Feeling guilty, I decided to strike first. "Hey, you smell really nice!"
"I was just so tired today. I was grading papers until past one, then had a hot dog with my colleagues. In the afternoon, they insisted on dragging me to the hot springs." After the soak, my mom seemed completely revitalized, her earlier exhaustion from our phone call gone, and her weak voice now clear and strong.
"Mom, what's that at the corner of your mouth?" I noticed a faint trace of white residue at the edges of her lips. "Must be leftover salad dressing from the hot dog!" I saw right through it.
"Huh?" My mom quickly wiped the corner of her mouth and licked her finger. "Tastes like salad dressing," she replied. "Can't you even wash yourself properly after a hot spring?" I complained loudly.
"I'm just too tired today. Let's order takeout," Mom said as she took off her blazer and those hundred-year-old black work pants she always wears. After removing her pants, I noticed she was still wearing those dark gray velvet tights underneath. Has Mom developed a liking for wearing tights under pants? She didn't even change into pajamas, just plopped down on the sofa wearing only the tights, waiting for the delivery.
After placing the order, I also dropped onto the sofa next to Mom and started playing with my phone. While I was scrolling, Mom kept crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly, as if she couldn't find a comfortable position no matter how she sat. "Grading papers and walking around all day has worn me out. I'm just stretching a bit," she explained, noticing my puzzled look. After saying this, she refocused on her phone, her fingers flying across the screen—probably chatting with someone.
'I've done what you asked. You're useless yourself, and you only found these few people... barely acceptable, I guess. Next time?? You dare to think about next time??...' I leaned over to see who Mom was chatting with, but only caught fragments of the conversation. "That's definitely Mom's signature blunt style," I thought to myself.
Mom quickly locked her phone screen and told me, "While checking exam papers today, I discovered a group cheating incident. These useless students can't even pass on their own merit, so they drag others into cheating with them. One promised me he'd study properly next time, but do you think that brat would actually stop cheating?" Mom explained patiently to me. I noticed she wouldn't normally explain things to me in such detail—it seems my improved exam results have changed her attitude toward me. I'll have to keep working hard.
Just as I was thinking this, ding-dong, ding-dong... the doorbell rang.