A flirtatious female colleague in her fifties who still acts young

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First of all, this is a true story. The protagonist I'm going to talk about still works in the office next to mine, but we're now like strangers. There was definitely something going on between us, but what's truly unexpected is that even though we had sex, this woman's methods are terrifying.
That is to say, despite being a fifty-year-old woman, she dresses better than many young girls. In the summer, she always exposes a third of her breasts, wearing cheap yet trendy clothes, and her perfume fills the entire office with a lewd and luxurious scent.
I believe that with such an appearance, one would immediately judge her as a promiscuous woman.
And indeed, that's true. She's willing to exchange her body for profit. Even if she's slept with you multiple times, if her interests are even slightly affected, she'll resort to manipulative tactics, spreading rumors and gossip among superiors.
Honestly, I now deeply regret having a relationship with this woman.
At the beginning of this year, the head office assigned me to manage business at the Foshan branch, while we also have branches in Zhuhai, Huizhou, and Bao'an. Zhuhai is the core of our branch.
I hadn't been with the company long and had very little contact with the staff. My main role here was to coordinate business with the heads of a few branch offices. Strangely, in the company group chat, I noticed that the head office accountant and the Zhuhai accountant had absolute authority.
At the time, I didn't understand this phenomenon, but later I realized that due to a shareholder split last year, the investment couldn't continue, leaving only General Manager Yang to run the business. The original staff had either left or dispersed, and the accountant here was a long-time employee who remained as the boss's confidante.
In the group chat, I experienced this accountant's aggressive demeanor firsthand. Her surname was Yu, and I didn't know her age at the time, but everyone in the group called her Sister Yu; she was from Hunan. Later, I met her in person because of company changes; I had moved to Zhuhai to manage all affairs in Guangdong.
I met her in person in the summer of 2015. She was around fifty years old, fashionably dressed, wearing revealing clothing, with most of her breasts exposed, and a strong perfume scent that was almost criminal. No matter how she dressed up, her age was undeniable. Age spots clung around her eyes, and her high cheekbones and updo with curly hair suggested she was no pushover. Her voice rang out before she even arrived, beaming with laughter.
During our conversation, she kept adjusting her bra, and I immediately thought, "This is definitely a flirtatious woman."
She spoke very politely, mentioning that she had treated me to a lavish meal on our first meeting. I couldn't refuse her hospitality, so I went along. However, the next day, she brought the money for the meal and asked me to sign for it. My impression of her immediately soured.
Coincidentally, because the manager's office was messy and I was too lazy to clean it, I ended up sharing an office with her. This "Sister Li" fully displayed her remarkable skills, changing her outfits daily, and her exposed body always attracted attention. She, however, would occasionally try to act young—what's so attractive about that? Young girls are much better than me.
While she was doing the accounting, she would often ask me to sit next to her, or lift her skirt to reveal her entire thigh. Sometimes she would deliberately lean down so I could clearly see her breasts and even her small, brown nipples, which didn't appear to be breastfeeding.
I would tease her a bit, and she, seemingly unintentionally, jokingly asked if I had slept with all the office workers in Foshan and Shantou.
After I vehemently denied it, I asked her if her breasts were large when she was younger. Surprisingly, she wasn't shy at all, saying that ten years ago, when she was an accountant at those companies, men always tried to take advantage of her. Her husband said her breasts were absolutely top-notch, and that even after all these years, he still said her vagina was very tight.
I was a little stunned. She seemed so serious, yet she spoke so openly about matters of the heart; she must be a worldly woman.
She also had her own theory: what's the big deal? Sex is just sex, everyone's happy.
When I asked her how many men she had slept with, she solemnly replied, "Only my husband." "Is that even possible? You're not kidding me." Sitting next to her, I reached out and touched her bare thigh. "Oh dear, that's not right, manager." After I blocked her hand, I put my hand on her leg again, and she didn't object.
Our conversations deepened day by day, and my actions towards her weren't limited to just touching her thigh. Sometimes, when she wasn't looking, I would touch her breasts, and she didn't resist.
Writing this now, I realize I'd even made a move on a fifty-year-old woman with an extremely average appearance—I was absolutely indiscriminate. People call it the nature of a lecher, but I'd say I'm not even a wolf, just a lustful worm. In the words of my hometown, I'm someone who'll go for any hole I can find.
Some might ask, did I have any feelings for her? I can say definitively, no. She's the only woman who didn't stir my heart. Of all the women I've been with, I purely used her as a tool for sexual gratification. Of course, we only slept together once, and in bed, her true nature was something no lecher could imagine.
The worst thing about men and women sleeping together is encountering a woman who pretends to be virtuous but actually wants you to sleep with her. Even after you've slept with her, she might go to the room with you later but then refuse to let you sleep with her, constantly saying she's betraying her family. It's incredibly disgusting.
While it's true that men act on their desires, the key is mutual consent for true sexual pleasure.
Perhaps because I'd been away from home for so long, and distance couldn't solve my immediate problem, I made my move on this woman nearing fifty. Looking back, I wonder what kind of taste I had; I was truly like an animal.
Sometimes, when I went to settle accounts with clients, I'd drive her there. In the car, our conversations inevitably turned to eroticism, and my hands were always busy. I'd slip my hand under her low-cut neckline and grab her breasts to satisfy my urges. She'd tell me to drive carefully, saying, "I'm so old, do you really like that?" Sometimes I'd run my hand down her skirt to her thighs, and although she'd try to stop me, it wasn't too forceful, allowing me easy penetration. I never expected a woman of her age to be so aroused.
When I touched her and she felt uncomfortable, she would use her hands to stop me from continuing my advances, saying, "We're just colleagues, it's okay to chat and laugh, a little touching is fine. But going to bed is not allowed."
In the office, I was quite ruthless with her. She never objected to my advances. She sat on a swivel chair, and I sat next to her, my right hand thrusting deep inside her, my middle finger repeatedly moving in and out of her vagina, making her unbearably aroused. The frosted glass window overlooked the office, making it incredibly stimulating.
One day in mid-August, I invited her to have dinner at a Northeastern dumpling restaurant. Afterwards, I suggested we go for a walk. She said, "What's there to see? I have to go home. My husband will be home soon." I said, "What's the big deal? It's still early, let's go."
In the car, she kept saying, "We're colleagues, a few touches are fine, but going to bed is not allowed. It would be bad if my family found out."
I retorted, "Wouldn't your husband object if he knew I touched your whole body?" She remained perfectly composed, saying that as long as she didn't admit it, everything would be fine.
I said, "Isn't it the same? I slept with you, are you going to go home and tell her, 'Who slept with you today?'"
After parking the car in the hotel basement, she repeated, "I'm not coming up. Go get a room yourself.
" Honestly, I'd rather pay a prostitute, even without feelings, at least I'd get a moment of pleasure.
What I hate most are these kinds of people who try to be both prostitutes and ladies!
Once in the room, she transformed completely. She carelessly tossed her bag to the floor, grabbed me, and started kissing me. Her tongue skills were truly impressive; her small tongue slid and teased my lips while I freely caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples. They were small; she said she'd never breastfed, hence their firmness.
We lay on the bed, my hands naturally entering her private parts, proof that she was already aroused. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick, but her vulva was quite full. I covered her entire vulva with my palm, using my middle finger to tease her entrance; it was wet and sticky.
When I tried to pull down her panties, she grabbed my hand, saying she had to go home, that it was over for today, that we'd kissed and touched each other.
I immediately retorted, "Are you fucking crazy? What are you pretending to be, this big bad wolf? What are you pretending to be, this lady?"
"Oh, why are you angry? We're colleagues, this is already the biggest concession I've made. If my husband finds out, it'll be terrible!"
"Then call him now and ask who touched you but didn't do anything to you, see his reaction.
Don't be so rude, okay, okay, just this once, I need to go home early."
Fellow wolves, what would you feel if you encountered a woman like this? You'd probably feel like a million grass mud horses are running through your mind.
After showering, the two went to bed. Looking at her, she actually uttered something utterly shocking: "You can't do this between colleagues."
At that moment, I was furious. My erection immediately went limp. "What the hell are you pretending for, you old slut?"
I squeezed her breasts hard, and she cried out, "Gently, gently."
To deal with this kind of person, you have to completely strip off her mask.
Say something really nasty to her: "What are you pretending to be so virtuous for? Can a virtuous woman just let men touch her thighs, breasts, and vagina?
If you don't want to, why did you come up here? If you don't want to, why did you take your clothes off? You keep calling me 'husband, husband,' but if your husband really knew what I did to you, would he let you off the hook?
If you really wanted to be worthy of your husband, would you have let me touch you for so long?" "Don't pretend to be so serious.
Oh, you're really angry.
Let's not talk about that, let's get down to business."
She suddenly leaned down, resting her head between my thighs, holding my penis, and took it into her mouth. Then she gently stroked my testicles with her fingers.
I was quite astonished; her tongue skills were even better than those of prostitutes.
Under the intense stimulation, my penis swelled up dramatically, turning a deep purple.
Then her lips licked down the head of my penis, all the way to the base, and she sucked on my testicles.
I changed positions, becoming 69, and could see her vulva clearly. Her vulva was very full, and the opening glistened with glistening droplets of moisture. Her labia were small; when I parted them with my fingers, they were already filled with a sensual aroma. Her genitals were quite clean, without any odor.
I played with her clitoris with my middle finger, and she made moaning sounds. As I inserted my middle finger, her hips swayed back and forth.
My penis was throbbing from her kisses, and after turning over, I easily entered her in the traditional position.
Unexpectedly, her vagina was incredibly tight; I could feel the walls of her vagina gripping my penis.
Her hips swayed dramatically, sometimes lifting forcefully, sometimes swaying from side to side. My hands kneaded her breasts vigorously; they were full and elastic, a result of not breastfeeding.
The pleasure emanating from the tip of my penis filled my senses. Perhaps she sensed it too, for she said, "Wait, wait, I'll be on top."
The intense stimulation vanished instantly. As I lay down, she was on top, guiding my penis into her vagina with her hands, her hands on my chest, moving her body up and down, her breasts bobbing. I grabbed her breasts and lifted her with my hips, but unexpectedly, she said, "Don't move, I'll move."
She moved up and down very quickly, the unique sounds of intercourse filling the room, her mouth moaning softly.
I couldn't hold back any longer. After about five or six minutes, I thrust upwards forcefully, my hands kneading her breasts tightly, my waist feeling as if it had been emptied.
Suddenly, she stopped moving up and down, and instead, as I ejaculated, her entire hips swung in a large circular motion around my penis.
She suddenly pulled out, lying on her back on the bed, trembling all over, her legs tightly clamped and stretched straight, her hands rubbing her breasts violently, crying out, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Damn, that really scared me.
After about a minute, she recovered, saying, "That felt so good."
She was covered in sweat, touching my penis and saying, "It's gotten so small all of a sudden."
It's strange, after satisfying my lust, I felt as disgusted as she looked.
Her lips pressed against mine, "You're pretty good."
Her face was covered in freckles, her cheekbones high, looking like a typical persimmon face. I had no interest at that moment. I pushed her away, saying, "I need to wash up first, this sticky feeling is unpleasant."
You're quite hygienic, unlike my husband, who never washes up no matter when he does it.
I rinsed myself with hot water and lay back down on the bed. I asked her to rinse too, but she said she'd wait.
Then she asked me if I'd made a move on those office workers. When I said no, she said, "Wow, you're really that good! You're so interested in me."
I smiled faintly, "You're so sexy, you're a slut, you can tell from your clothes that you want to seduce men."
We chatted for about ten minutes, and then she said I wasn't done yet, so she pulled off the covers and put my penis in her mouth.
Damn, this is the first woman I've encountered who's like this. She keeps saying she can't do it, she can't betray her husband, but I didn't expect her to do it right after we finished.
But I also said that I'm indiscriminate, I didn't even let an old slut go.
Her mouth was warm, her tongue was skillful. Her
tongue slid back and forth on the coronal sulcus of my penis, occasionally taking a deep breath, one hand supporting my limp penis, the other touching my testicles.
At the time, I thought, "Damn, she's a real slut." Despite being fifty, she's incredibly erotic.
After licking for about five or six minutes, her penis became thick and erect again. She said, "It's thicker and longer than my husband's. I like it."
I cursed inwardly, "What an innocent girl she's pretending to be; she's a complete slut."
Seeing her like this, I pinched her nipples harder. She cried out, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Hearing this, I slapped her buttocks a few times. Ouch, it felt quite stimulating.
She looked at my penis, lewdly, pressed it to her face, and kissed it from the base upwards. She was going to enjoy it properly today.
Because we had just finished, even though she was licking enthusiastically, she didn't feel like ejaculating, but the pleasure from her tongue was real and real. Because she hadn't washed, I didn't use my fingers to stimulate her genitals; instead, she used one hand to stroke her vulva.
Seeing her expression, I knew she was burning with desire, so I got up and told her to hold onto the edge of the bed with both hands while I fucked her from behind. To my surprise, she was very compliant. At that moment, I felt a sense of contempt for her. When I entered her from behind, I felt her tightness and wetness even more. I held her breasts with both hands and thrust hard.
She murmured, "So good, fuck me harder." With each powerful thrust, her breasts swayed back and forth. Under the light, her figure was undeniably impressive; though fifty, she wasn't overweight, her waist was slender, and her back was smooth and white.
During penetration, I teased her, asking how many times she and her husband had sex each month. Women are strange; once you satisfy them, they'll reveal all their secrets.
She hummed and hawed in response, saying only once or twice a month. After so many years of marriage, there was no passion left.
I asked if she produced much lubrication, and she surprisingly said, "Even with both of us, it takes half a day for us to get wet, and he doesn't get hard for half a day." I asked if she licked her husband's penis, and she said she never did.
That was strange; such a skilled tongue, yet she didn't have sex with her husband. She also mentioned living in Wenzhou for eight years, where the factory supervisor wanted to sleep with her, but she refused.
I, of course, couldn't believe it. With her tongue skills, this woman must have slept with countless men.
She even said I was the second man besides her husband. I cursed inwardly, "Nobody believes your nonsense!"
Suddenly, she lifted her entire hips, brought her legs together, straightened her upper body, tilted her head to the side on the bed, and squeezed her breasts tightly with both hands. From behind, it was clear that she was pushing her breasts together with both hands, her whole body forming a T-shape.
I wanted to speed things up, but at that moment she said, "Don't move."
I felt my penis being squeezed tightly, and the two of us remained motionless like statues, but I could feel her lower body sucking on my penis with each thrust; the feeling was intense.
Her voice also stopped abruptly. About half a minute later, she exhaled a long breath, knelt on the floor, and said, "That feels so good, you're fucking me so good."
This kind of orgasm was a bit frightening; I had never experienced anything like it before, like being in shock.
Then she got up and said, "I'm going to shower." She was indeed sticky, covered in sweat, and her lower body was sticky.
Hearing the shower, she called me from inside, "Come in and take a shower too."
I do have this habit; I always wash immediately afterward because the sticky feeling is unpleasant, and if I don't wash before bed, the stagnant, fishy smell the next day is awful.
My penis was still erect when I entered. She told me to enter from behind.
She placed her hands on the wall, her thighs spread, a position that made entry quite easy. Then she told me to touch her clitoris with my hand while I fucked her, and to press harder.
At first, I felt a little strange; having sex with her felt like being a schoolchild.
But as our bodies joined, one hand on her waist, the other reaching over to press and rub her clitoris.
In that rear-entry position, the speed wasn't very fast; if I went too fast, my penis would almost spill out. At that moment, I had no intention of ejaculating. We did that for about two or three minutes, when she suddenly said, "Push harder!" A stream of urine spurted out. My fingers, which were rubbing her clitoris, sped up. At this point, her whole body tensed, her thighs straightened, and she gripped the wall tightly with her hands. The urination continued for about half a minute before stopping.
Then she actually said, "It feels so good, so good!" "
Do you often ask your husband to do this?" I asked. She said, "No, only with you."
Damn, this was only our first time. How did she know about this experience? She was clearly lying; it seems being promiscuous is her nature.
She said it wasn't just urination, but like the squirting of actresses in Japanese AVs, and that this feeling was more comfortable than doing it in bed.
Seeing that I hadn't ejaculated, she asked if I wanted to. I had no intention of ejaculating at that moment; it had only been less than half an hour.
Back in bed, she said she had to go home. I offered to take her home, but she said she didn't need to take a taxi.
When I asked where her husband was, she said he was away on a business trip but would be back soon, and it wouldn't be good if the neighbors asked if no one was home.
After we had sex this time, many things happened. We went to a hotel twice afterward, but we didn't end up having sex. Once, she was on her period, so she gave me oral sex and I ejaculated in her mouth. She actually enjoyed it.
That time, I really felt drained. When I ejaculated, she sucked hard with her mouth while her hand stroked my penis. However, she didn't swallow it but vomited it in the bathroom.
Another time, I was in Bao'an, and she came over to settle accounts with a clerk. Because she didn't know where the subway station was, I asked her to take a taxi. On the way back to Zhuhai, she got very angry. Seeing a woman in her fifties acting like a child disgusted me. She didn't let me have sex with her, even when we were at my place, but she did give me oral sex for a few minutes.
What I hated most was her saying, "We're colleagues, this isn't right."
From that time on, I was particularly disgusted. A woman so extremely lewd, yet she pretended to be young and innocent again.
Later, I rarely spoke to her and moved from her office to another one. This was after I separated her accounts and finances from mine. She actually conspired with the head office accountant to frame me, claiming there were problems with my accounts. But the two of them were reprimanded by the boss, who said that doubting me was like doubting his character.
I felt like I was going to vomit blood at that moment. Now I keep my distance from her
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