Brothel Open For Business (H)

Chapter 41: Emotionless Doctor Under the Lab Coat

Cheng Ming lay on the floor, his manhood flung wildly along the man’s thrvsts. He unceasingly experienced climaxes— ejacvlating and ur!nating. A grown man cried in pleasure. His eyes glazed over at last while his member shot its last stream of piss. His kinky h*le firmly wrapped around the man’s monstrous rod. He cried out and his back arched as the man growled and fvcked him furiously and madly!

The man and Cheng Ming groaned simultaneously. Together, they reached their peak.

For the first time, Cheng Ming was pounded until he ur*nated and cried. In the sea of lust, sweating profusely, he couldn’t care and think about anything. Upon waking up in the morning and recalling his debavchery last night, Cheng Ming dragged his sore body and left the man’s apartment.

When the man woke up, his bedside was already cold. Pulling up his surveillance recording, he found that Cheng Ming had left in the wee hours of the morning and nearly fell when he got out of bed.

On the screen, Cheng Ming was buck nak*d. He touched and banged those bvttocks for a long time that night. His a$s was elastic and firm— thinking about it now, there was still a lingering aftertaste that he could feel. Cheng Ming stood by the man’s bed and seemed to calm himself for a while. During that time, two slithering white turbidity slowly trickled from Cheng Ming’s bvttocks.

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The man watched the surveillance from the bed and gave a few roguish whistles. His morning erect!on began to miss Cheng Ming’s pleasurable meat h*le once again.

He called for the food delivery service of the restaurant next to his apartment. The man only wrapped himself in a bath towel as he sipped his wine and ate his steak, all the while admiring Cheng Ming’s every move in his room last night.

The scene stopped at 5:42 AM. Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he staggeringly left.

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“Ty—…”

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“Ngh, ah… Ha— Ngh…”

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Looking at his own depraved expression in the mirror. There were also still traces of several kiss marks on his neck and chest. 

“Ngh—”

An even stronger soreness and itchiness hit him, and Cheng Ming could barely support himself.

It’s just that the deeper sem*n shot by the unfamiliar man last night suddenly poured out, surging through his sensitive and engorged intestinal walls. The sensations rendered his eyes misty and his mouth to gasp open.

The foggy bathroom mirror was wiped clean. His amorous face was reflected in the mirror.

The white mist gradually covered the bath mirror again, and the figure inside was no longer visible. However, in the haze, he could vaguely see a robust and tall man inside, resembling the built of Tarzan from the Mangani great apes, who held him and penetrated his back cave in the mirror. He abruptly turned his head and saw himself incessantly moaning as his shaft flung with cvm from the man’s forceful thrusts.

His sturdy wheat-colored legs were held by the man in a posture similar to a child peeing. In the mirror, the man’s thick and ebony penis was thrusting in and out beneath his own balls. The clear soreness of squeezing into his own flesh and the tingling pleasure of withdrawing from his lascivious h*le made Cheng Ming lean against the man’s tougher chest. He gasped in pleasure and couldn’t stop himself from writhing against the man’s hot, toned chest.

He felt sore and soft to the point of being stretched taut. He was placed on the bathroom countertop. His as$hole contracted to ease the unspeakable thrill of desire. The man seemed to be squeezed tight by him. Hugging him, he turned his head over and kissed him, intertwining with his tongue in a wet kiss.


Too indulgent,  Cheng Ming shook his head. He washed his tired body, went back to the room, and fell asleep. It was only later in the evening that he got up and barely ate something to fill his stomach. He lay back on the bed. His waist felt like it was broken.

The man who’d laid eyes on him at the bar last night— held his legs down and cushioned two pillows under his a$s— was about to fvck him to death. The sore feeling of being violently ravaged on his prostat* haunted his body. The feeling of being stretched to the limits and filled with a shaft still felt so real.

Cheng Ming was lying in bed and recalled last night’s madness, his body reacting. His hazel chrysanthemum contracted and squirmed. There was some slight redness in that place and a few hints of glowing wetness.

He had to go to work the next day. Cheng Ming turned off the table lamp and decided to sleep. Lying in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. A certain part in between his bvtt crack still felt sore, and there seemed to be serum rushing inside.

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“Damn that bastard, cvmming so deep…”

He picked up an electric airplane cup and a black vibrator, and turned them on at the same time. Cheng Ming knelt on the bed, pinching his own lustful n!pples, moaning unrestrainedly, and leaked a few waves before he barely fell asleep. 


“Ha, ah… Ah… Ha… ah! …”

Cheng Ming held onto the man’s strong and thick shoulders. His 177cm body rose and fell with the man’s upward thrusts. Just merely looking at the alluring blush on Cheng Ming’s face and gasps could it be inferred how great the man was fvcking him at the moment.

Having already been nailed by the man for over half an hour, Cheng Ming was by now consumed with lust. His pants were pulled down to his thighs, and his lascivious h*le was bursting with obscene water from the penetrations. A puddle of water stained the wall and gathered on the floor.

“Dr. Cheng… dresses like this for his patients… Is he waiting to be fvcked…?”

The wheat-colored chest rose and fell. With his white coat over the shoulders, his triangular men’s bra was revealed. Cheng Ming didn’t tell him that a few days after he sucked his n!pples, his n!pples felt so sensitive and would get an erection while wearing a shirt. The two honeyed bulges on his chest embarrassed him and he had to go and buy n!pple bras specifically for men with sensitive n!pples to make it better.

“Mmh, ah! Hm-oh…”

There was a tremor in Cheng Ming’s voice. The man bowed his head, his lips ran through his br@, took his lecherous n!pples through the cloth, and bit it hard. Cheng Ming yelled out in pain and hurriedly covered his mouth. There were still patients outside.

“Ngh, mmm— ha… don’t, don’t lick…”

The man nastily bit his sensitive n!pple, nibbling it lightly in his teeth, biting until Cheng Ming’s eyes filled with tears, and flicking the swollen slutty cherry with his big tongue.  The teased Cheng Ming held his head as he cried.

Cheng Ming was suddenly so vulnerable in front of the man, who was a little surprised and still didn’t forget to bully him.

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“Wu, wuwu, don’t… Ngh, ah! … Wu! …”

The man held him against the wall, and he kneaded both of his n!pples as he watched his reaction and rubbed his n!pples. Strong currents of pleasure burst through his salacious cherries. Cheng Ming’s n!pples swelled so much that even the small triangle bra couldn’t cover them.


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