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Aunt Qi is a cleaning lady at the company. There are two of them, which is enough for the small company and building, working in shifts.

When Aunt Qi first joined the company, no one knew anything about her, but she was always cheerful and optimistic. Judging from her complexion and appearance, she looked to be around 40 years old, but she had a very attractive figure, with a curvaceous body. The female colleagues in the company were all very envious and even invited her to do yoga together. The yoga studio was in the company's large conference room, and the female colleagues would practice for two hours every Tuesday and Thursday.

The company's policy for cleaning staff is a work schedule of 7 am to 8 pm. That night, I worked overtime until after 11 pm and went downstairs to buy cigarettes and drinks. When I got to the lobby, I suddenly saw Aunt Qi still standing at the front desk, seemingly lost in thought. I walk very quietly, and when I saw her, I took the initiative to greet her. She gave a cold "humph," and I immediately felt something was wrong.

When I bought drinks, I also bought her a milk tea. Back at the office, I handed her the drinks, and she thanked me profusely. I asked, "It's so late, why aren't you home yet?" She said, "Nothing, it's quiet here, I'll stay a little longer." What kind of excuse is that? I said, "Go home early, it's late, it's not safe." She coldly replied, "It's better if it's not safe, then I'll be free." Hearing this, I figured this woman was probably in some trouble. I thought this was a good opportunity to get closer to her, because I've always liked mature women, especially middle-aged women with large breasts and curvy hips like her. But I was busy working overtime, so I just offered a few words of comfort and went back to work.

I worked until late at night, around 2 AM, when my wife called, yelling, "Why aren't you home yet? Did you sell yourself to the company? If you're not coming home now, don't bother coming home at all!" I guess many men who frequently work overtime have experienced this. I retorted angrily, "Fine, I won't go back then."

Then, still annoyed, I continued working overtime to solve the company's problems. Finally, around 3 a.m., everything was resolved, and I could go home. However, it would take an hour to get home, and I wouldn't be able to sleep much the next day. I thought I might as well find a hospital to get a quiet night's rest.

But when I returned to the company's front desk, Aunt Qi was still sitting there, though she was slumped over the table. I went over and gently patted her shoulder, asking, "Why aren't you home yet?" She said, "You've finished working overtime? I'm not going home; I'll just stay here for the night." I wondered to myself, is this my reward for working overtime tonight?

I asked, "Aunt Qi, is something bothering you?" As I spoke, I sat down next to her. She replied, "Sigh... just a lot of troubles." I said, "Your health is important; you should go home and rest." She gave a cold laugh: "Home? Where is there a home anymore?" After saying that, she started to cry softly.

Seeing the situation, I quickly put my arm around her shoulder and said, "Don't cry, it's not that hard. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll see if I can help you." When I put my arm around her, she trembled slightly, probably because she was a little surprised.

She quickly said, "You're tired from working overtime, you should go home first." I smiled and said, "I worked too late today, and my wife won't let me go home." She said, "Don't joke around." I told her seriously, "I'm serious, my wife really won't let me go home, and the doors are locked. Come and tell me, and I'll see if I can help you." She then opened up. It turned out that Aunt Qi was a rural woman, a very virtuous and dutiful woman. A few years ago, she came to the city to work with her husband. Her husband opened a car repair shop, which gradually grew bigger and bigger, and they made a fortune. However, he also started to indulge in debauchery and neglected his family. Moreover, their only son also worked in the shop with his father, but he was also not doing anything productive. Later, Aunt Qi couldn't take it anymore and got a divorce. Because her husband was rich and powerful, he didn't give her much property, so she still had to work to support herself. During the divorce, a good friend of Aunt Qi's advised her to vent her anger by causing trouble for her husband's mistress, which resulted in a very ugly scene. But this also created enmity. Today, her husband came to her rented apartment and smashed it to pieces.

As she spoke, Aunt Qi was already sobbing uncontrollably, but she also collapsed into my arms. I held the woman in front of me, feeling sorry for her. I said, "Don't be afraid, I'll help you find a place, and I promise he won't bother you anymore. But you can't sleep here tonight; there are mosquitoes everywhere in the building."

She said, "It's okay, I'll just stay up all night. Don't bother me, I'll go to an agency to rent a place tomorrow."

I still insisted on helping her because the woman in front of me was so pitiful.

I said, "I'm a little hungry now. Let's go to a street food stall, grab something to eat, and have a good chat. I haven't had a proper conversation with anyone in a long time." My wife at home only cares about herself and never considers my feelings.

She reluctantly agreed. When we got to the street, we found a relatively clean street food stall, ordered some food, and two bottles of beer. I never drink, but I ordered them for Aunt Qi.

We ate some food slowly. She wasn't planning to drink, but I persuaded her to have a little, to relax, that it would be okay. We ate and chatted for over an hour. Aunt Qi had drunk two bottles of beer and was a little tipsy.

She stammered, "I'm a little dizzy. Where should we go tonight?" I smiled and said, "It's okay, it's almost dawn, we can go back to the company." She said, "How can we go back? We'll be laughed at if we go back!"

I seized the opportunity and said, "Then I'll find you a hotel." She hummed in agreement, "Okay," but she didn't have much energy left to speak.

I found a Home Inn nearby, paid the deposit, registered, and helped her into the room. She immediately lay down on the bed and said, "Thank you." I replied, "You're welcome," and started helping her take off her shoes, saying, "Come on, take off your clothes and get some sleep." She initially resisted, pushing my hands away, but then said with a mischievous grin, "I don't need your help, I can do it myself."

I thought I had a chance, but to my surprise, Aunt Qi, oblivious to everyone around her, took off all her clothes. Looking at her fair body, especially her breasts like jade peaches, my penis instantly became erect. At this moment, Aunt Qi seemed to realize something, clutching her chest and calling out, "Why haven't you left yet?"

I said, "I haven't even had time to leave yet, and you've already taken off all your clothes." A little embarrassed, I turned my back and said, "Put your clothes back on first." Saying this, I turned my back first, and Aunt Qi slowly put her clothes back on.

I asked, "Are you dressed yet?" She said, "Yes, I'm so embarrassed, you saw everything." I chuckled and said, "Not everything, you didn't see my big butt."

She suddenly grinned mischievously and said, "Get lost, you really wanted to see everything, huh?" I said seriously, "Of course I wanted to see, I've wanted to see for a long time." At that moment, our eyes met, and it felt like a spark ignited between us, our bodies burning with heat. She shyly turned her head away slowly, and then I walked to her side, touched her chin, lifted her head, and kissed her lips. I first kissed her lips slowly for a while, and seeing that she didn't resist much, I started to pry open her teeth with my tongue. It wasn't easy, but I managed to pry them open. Her tongue, curled up inside, was as shy and bashful as Aunt Qi's face. I started to gently touch her tongue with the tip of my tongue to attract it. Finally, after a while, I managed to pull her tongue out, and it even seemed to burst out, stronger than my tongue. I saw that my chance had come, and I started to rub her breasts. Those big breasts were the most comfortable I had ever touched. When I touched her nipples, she started to moan, but I didn't continue to advance downwards. I lingered on her snow-white breasts and my tongue. A few minutes later, Aunt Qi took the initiative to grab my penis, and I could feel her frenzy even through my pants.

I stood up, took off my pants so she could touch me as much as she wanted, and slowly removed her top and bra. I pressed her onto the bed and started kissing her large breasts. I heard her moan softly. Seeing that the time was right, I moved downwards, touching her through her pants. She was already soaking wet, her underwear was wet too. I started using my hands through her pants. The reason I didn't take off her pants was because it felt a bit like sneaking around, something I'd only recently started to enjoy. Soon, Aunt Qi was captivated by my touch and started unbuttoning her pants. I took the opportunity to strip both of us naked. She was already impatient for me to penetrate her, saying, "Hurry, hurry!" I continued to use my hands to service her, moving my mouth down to kiss her clitoris and labia. At that moment, she cried out, "No!" I was startled, but quickly recovered: "It's okay, I'll make you feel amazing." I slowly released my grip and kissed her. It wasn't a black vulva! I thought, how could this be? The flesh of her labia and clitoris was very tender, and it felt wonderful to kiss. Aunt Qi quickly reached orgasm, her screams deafening. I had never heard a mature woman scream so loudly before. With a combination of my finger and tongue thrusting, she reached orgasm, pressing my head against her vulva to keep me from moving, enjoying those few seconds of climax. A few seconds later, I began to slowly caress her body and asked her, "Was it good?" She said, "It felt so good, I haven't felt like this in a long time." I said, "I haven't even penetrated you yet. Look at my little penis," and placed it in front of her. She playfully flicked it with her hand. I pulled her head close, forcing her lips to my penis. She resisted as if someone was trying to kill her, stubbornly refusing to kiss my penis. I wanted to get hard, but then I thought this injured woman was truly pitiful, so I decided against it. I started French kissing her again, her tongue roaming between her nipples and mouth. A few minutes later, she was wet again. Then I started kissing her clitoris in a 69 position and inserting my fingers into her vagina, letting her look at my penis and decide for herself whether to kiss it or not. After a few minutes, she was still unsure, so I increased the speed of my thrusts and teased her clitoris. I could feel her about to have a second orgasm from my painful groans. This time, I wouldn't let her have such a good time. I waited for her groans... Seizing the opportunity, I shoved my penis into her mouth. I flicked it with my hand, and it slipped out. Undeterred, I kissed her vulva and, seizing the chance, put it back in her mouth. This time, she didn't resist; she was probably close to orgasm. While it was in her mouth, she didn't stroke or touch it with her tongue, so I started moving on my own, simultaneously thrusting my hand into her vulva faster. Almost simultaneously, we both reached orgasm. First, with each low moan emanating from her chest, her body convulsed and trembled. I was about to ejaculate too. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated entirely into her mouth. Then I quickly pulled out my penis to avoid her biting it. She hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom to spit out what was in her mouth. I lay sprawled on the bed. I rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth in the bathroom. A while later, she came into the room and complained, "How could you do this? It's terrible!" I asked, "Did it feel good when I kissed your vulva?" She didn't answer. I continued, "Did I rinse my mouth and brush my teeth?" "She remained silent, so I quickly hugged her, saying, 'I've liked you for a long time.' Then came the usual flirting techniques: 'You don't believe my feelings, you don't understand mine,' 'There's a distance between us,' 'Worries about family,' 'Concerns about reputation,' and so on. I had her figured it out easily.

At my urging, we took a bath together, during which I continued to tease and kiss her.

After we finished and got to bed, I began to admire her snow-white, upturned buttocks—I absolutely adored them. I had her lie face down on the bed, saying I'd massage her back.

She lay down, and I started with her shoulders and neck, then moved down to her buttocks, kissing her on the back." I had been very careful to clean her anus during the shower, so I didn't hold back anymore and started kissing the middle of her buttocks. But her buttocks were so tight that I couldn't reach her anus, let alone her vagina. I simply inserted my fingers and started playing with her vagina. It got wet again in no time. I had her lift her buttocks and thrust my penis in without any hesitation. After several dozen rounds, I could tell from her moans that she was a little tired, but I still hadn't ejaculated. So I had her lie on the bed and started thrusting wildly in the traditional position. She was moaning and watching me thrust, saying, "I feel like a whore being fucked." Hearing this aroused me, and I thrust even harder. Then I thought maybe she was still a little shy and conservative, so I whispered in her ear, "I've fallen in love with you. You're my baby. I'll always love you." "After that, she lost her shyness and started looking into my eyes with satisfaction, no longer watching my penis inside her. That didn't excite me anymore. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated again, this time all inside her. At first, she enjoyed the moment I ejaculated, then said, 'Oh no, we didn't use a condom today. Will I get pregnant?' I said, 'It's okay, I'll go out and buy some pills and it'll be fine.' After I pulled my penis out, she touched her vagina with her hand and then smelled her fingers. I asked her, 'What's wrong?' She said, 'It doesn't smell like urine anymore.' I said, 'How can it smell like urine? It's completely different.'" "She's such a naive mature woman. Then, I put my slightly limp penis to her mouth, saying, 'Taste it carefully, it doesn't taste like urine.' She put it in her mouth with some hesitation, and I suddenly started thrusting. She didn't resist, but after ejaculating twice, I still couldn't get hard, so I gave up and lay down to rest.

During our conversation, I learned that she has a 19-year-old son. After her husband started cheating, her son dropped out of school and started working at his father's shop, but he also started going astray, frequenting prostitutes, chasing girls, and gambling. When I mentioned her relationship with her son, she cried a few times. It turned out that she had been 'raped' by her son six months ago, which is why she chose to leave that family.

[The End]"

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