The story of the corrupt official and several elderly women [The End]

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(This corrupt official, exposed for financial misconduct, has fled to Brazil with a large sum of money. The following is a first-person description... please do not take it personally.)

I. The Art of Persuasion: Having

tasted all the pleasures of life, I realized that only an old lady is truly good. In school, I had tried my hand at seduction with female classmates and young female teachers, which emboldened my lust. I knew that as long as you could satisfy a woman's romantic desires, there was no woman you couldn't win over.

After graduation, I was assigned to a city as a civil servant. The bureau chief was nearly fifty, a kind and filial man. I had always been good at handling things and knew he was a filial son, so I would visit his home whenever I had time, showing great respect to his widowed mother in her seventies, which pleased the old woman greatly. The old lady, widowed in middle age, was reluctant to socialize and was often lonely. Having me to talk to and cheer her up made her treat me like her own grandson. If I didn't visit for a few days, the bureau chief would invite me to his house for dinner.

On the old lady's seventy-fourth birthday, because she had overcome a major hurdle, the bureau chief hosted a banquet to celebrate. Everyone rushed to toast her, and the old lady was very happy, even drinking until her face was flushed. After a while, she became somewhat unwell. The bureau chief, who was also quite drunk, asked me to help the old lady home first. In the car, the old woman kept gagging and could barely sit up. She asked me to help her to the back seat so she could lean against me. I hadn't paid much attention to this white-haired old woman before, but seeing her rosy cheeks and the way her breasts moved against my chest today, I felt a sudden urge. However, I didn't dare to be impolite in front of the driver and remained very polite and well-behaved. Once inside, I immediately dismissed the driver and helped the old lady to a single sofa. She leaned to one side, gesturing for me to help her. I seized the opportunity to squeeze in, pulling her into my arms. I touched her forehead and cheeks, then pressed my face against hers to test her touch. I rested her head on my neck, and she nestled comfortably in my embrace, becoming more talkative. A moment later, tears welled in her eyes as she said, "It's not easy being a widow. Ah, I'm getting old and almost in my grave."

I immediately responded, "Grandma, you're not old at all. Look how good your skin is now, how charming you are.

If you went out, you'd charm a whole bunch of old men, maybe even young men would dream about you." I then tentatively kissed her forehead. The old lady trembled slightly, feeling my tight embrace. She looked at me in surprise, then playfully tapped my forehead, "You little rascal, always trying to make your grandma happy."

Seeing an opportunity, I deliberately averted my gaze, using my right hand to lift her chin and quietly observe her. The old woman looked at me with a dazed expression, biting her lip, her face flushed with embarrassment. Seeing that the time was right, I suddenly pulled her close and kissed her lips deeply. At first, she struggled, but soon, my tongue easily slipped into her mouth, which reeked of alcohol. Her tongue met mine. I freed one hand and began to knead her breasts under her sweater; they were soft and lacked elasticity. The old woman closed her eyes and made dog-like whimpering noises, rubbing her face against my neck.

I slowly slipped my hand inside her sweater, kneading them through her bra for a while, then reached inside to flick her nipples with my fingers.

The old woman twisted her body back and forth, breathing heavily, and cooperated when I unhooked her bra. I suddenly lifted her outer garment, revealing two drooping breasts, the nipples like two hard, dry black dates. Her skin was so white, and her belly was full of wrinkles. I bent down and gently took her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, "Good boy, good boy, Grandma is so happy today."

I whispered in her ear, "Grandma, I'm a bad boy. I want to fuck you." She covered her face with her hands, too ashamed to lift her head. She just said, "They'll be back soon. Can you hurry up?" I

played hard to get, "Why do you want me to hurry up? Good Grandma!"

"Well, what do you mean, 'I'...you bad boy...fuck me! Fuck me in bed, I want a young man to fuck me. I haven't been fucked by a man in decades. Ah."

I carried her into the bedroom, put her on the bed, and stripped her naked like peeling an onion. Her skin was a little loose, her pubic hair was grayish-white, but thankfully, her labia were pink. However, her vaginal opening was very deep. I wanted to linger a little longer, but fearing that someone would come home, I thrust my penis in, and several streams of thick white fluid gushed out from her vagina.

Her whole body trembled under her old skin. Just as the old lady was moaning in pain, the bureau chief called. While I was still having sex with his mother, I said, "Chief, don't worry, she's much better. She's so happy on her birthday today." I handed the phone to the old woman, then helped her up, making her kneel with her back to me. I thrust into her from behind, pounding in and out. The old woman trembled as she picked up the receiver: "Son, I feel much better now. Ah, you should entertain the guests well. With this child here, ah, I'm so happy today."

I ejaculated inside her. From then on, whenever I had time, I would have sex with the bureau chief's mother. I felt that old women were the most appealing. I lost interest in young women and married women.

II. The Buying Method: Spending Money to Satisfy, Fat Old Ladies are Cheap.

After a few years of debauchery, I became a section chief under the bureau chief's promotion, and then rose to deputy director in the provincial capital, holding both power and money. Because of my attraction to older women, I'm still unmarried. When people introduce me to potential partners, I say I prioritize my career and don't have time for romance. Actually, my eyes have long been on an old lady downstairs. This was an elderly woman, nearly seventy, so fat she was practically a mountain of flesh. Her buttocks were as big as pot lids, her breasts stretched her clothes like tents, their outlines drooping down to her abdomen. Her husband had been bedridden for years, and the family was very poor. Her children all worked in other cities, barely scraping by. I hired her as a cleaning lady under the guise of a monthly cleaning job, hoping to get closer to her. This old woman hadn't received much education, spoke in a very vulgar way, and constantly uttered the word "fuck," which sounded quite satisfying.

One weekend, she came to clean. She bluntly asked me, "Director, why aren't you married yet? Should I introduce you to someone? Is there something wrong with your body? Is your 'tool' no good?"

"Fuck, when do I have time for dating? If there were a woman I could take off my pants for, then pull them up and continue working, that would be good for the country and the people, and it would also relieve my pent-up desire."

"Then you'd have to go find a prostitute. What decent girl would do that?" the fat old woman laughed.

I laughed, "I think prostitutes are too dirty. I'll play with decent women, I'm not picky, as long as they're female. Ha."

"Damn, you'd better watch out for women getting entangled. Women these days are not easy to mess with, you'll have to use a condom." She laughed lewdly.

I immediately picked up the conversation, "Yeah, if I get involved with a younger one, she'll be begging to marry me. So I'll find an older one, preferably an old lady, so I won't get pregnant and can keep quiet. What do you say, fat woman?"

"Go to hell, my son is older than you. I'm not a prostitute." Her tone was harsh, then she changed the subject, "You're right, young ones are troublesome, their prostitutes are too expensive. If I find an older one, twenty or thirty yuan will do. Men and women are all the same, they're the same when they're naked, Chief, don't you think?"

I sat on the sofa, casually took out fifty yuan, unzipped my pants, stuffed it into my pants, and looked at this fat woman.

She hesitated for a moment, then simply walked over...

Her vagina was very fat, her labia majora were dark, and her breasts were spread all over her upper body as she lay there. She was like a giant sofa. When her back was to me, her fat ass took up half the sofa. I fucked her from behind, and she screamed like a sow. Behind her, I suddenly had a whim to fuck her black asshole. I spread her two mounds of fat flesh apart with my hands and thrust in, ejaculating inside her amidst her cries of agony.

Fifty yuan a time, fucking a fat cunt, so cheap, and I could enjoy it all to myself. One time, after I fucked her, she went home, and her bedridden, paralyzed old man suddenly said, "You smell like a man's semen," and he could only sigh. The fat old woman actually told her husband that she earned fifty yuan a time selling her body. When I found out, I was a little angry and didn't want to see her anymore. She was afraid of losing this source of income and came to my door begging. To shut her up, I suggested that I fuck her in front of her husband and then ejaculate into the old man's mouth.

...So good, I fucked this fat woman in front of her husband, and while the old man was eating the semen, I rolled up fifty yuan into a tube and stuffed it into the fat old woman's asshole.

Years later, the old man died, and the plump old woman found another partner. This is their wedding photo.

III. Power-for-Money Transactions: A Subordinate Personally Delivers His Elderly Mother to His Door

Due to my hard work, I was quickly promoted to section chief. Eventually, I became the bureau chief of my unit, the top leader. I was indifferent to money; a fat man only made fifty, which was quite satisfying. Many of my subordinates tried every means to get me to do favors. But they had no idea of my interests. At this time, I set my sights on the elderly mother of a driver. This driver was in his forties, exactly twelve years older than me. Because he was facing a promotion opportunity, he had approached me more than ten times. Humans are all made of flesh and blood; this kind of thing wouldn't be too difficult for me to handle. But by chance, I met the driver's seventy-six-year-old mother. That day, I was going to another city in the unit's car, and this driver happened to be driving. His uncle's house was in the area I was going to, so he asked if I could take his mother along. Subconsciously, I sensed something might happen, so I readily agreed.

Heaven had eyes; the old lady in the car turned out to be a beauty. She looked a lot like the veteran actress Wang Danfeng, except her head was full of silver hair, which was neatly combed. He gave off a clean and efficient vibe, which stirred a deep, unrequited love within me.

A few days later, when the driver approached me again about his promotion, I offered various excuses for the difficulties. Then I got straight to the point: "Logically, I should call you 'Big Brother,' I sympathize with your situation. And there's another factor, your mother."

The driver was completely bewildered: "Chief, what does this have to do with my mother?"

I brandished my pencil and made up a story: "Your mother looks a lot like the movie actress Wang Danfeng, who was my childhood idol. You know I'm unmarried now because I've always wanted to find a woman like Wang Danfeng. Of course, that's my privacy."

After my persistent prompting, the driver finally understood what I meant. His face flushed, and he shook his head, saying, "Chief, I'll try to find you a girlfriend like Wang Danfeng, okay? You know, my mother is getting old, and my father is still alive."

I threw the pencil into the pencil holder and simply saw him off. I knew this driver was a cowardly and selfish fellow. The company had a promotion opportunity but also faced layoffs; even if it didn't work out, he wouldn't dare say anything.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and the driver came to my office again: "Director, I have some good news for you. My mom and I were talking about you privately. She scolded me at first, quite angry. But yesterday, she argued with my dad over something trivial. Sigh, the old couple always argue over the smallest things. My mom cried and told me she made a mistake when she was young, a beautiful girl… never mind. She's met you, and she has a good impression of you, but she's afraid you'll think she's too old…"

This was fantastic news! I immediately agreed to help him and promised to do my best.

That afternoon, I made an excuse to go out and take the car to the place where the driver's uncle lived. As soon as I got in the car, I saw the beautiful older woman sitting in the back seat. I sat down in the back too. The beautiful woman smiled shyly at me, ran her hand through her hair, and looked radiant. We chatted, laughed, hugged, and were very affectionate behind her son the whole way. My hand slipped inside her bra and finally reached into her underwear. The beautiful woman suddenly cried and refused. Seeing the awkward silence, the driver quickly stopped the car and tried to smooth things over: "Mom, our bureau chief is young and energetic. You've always suffered because of Dad, but now this is a great opportunity. You have a young bureau chief who likes you. Besides, he treats me well. If I have a good future, you'll have a good life too, don't you think?"

After driving for a while, we came across a small restaurant by the roadside. We booked a suite; the inner room had a small heated kang bed, and the outer room had a table. I pretended to be a little tired and said I needed to rest inside, telling them to order something outside. I sat there restlessly, listening to their quiet conversation. After a while, the door opened, and the driver helped his mother in. The older woman still had tears in her eyes, but she forced a smile and acted coquettishly. I stood up and told the driver to order some good dishes to eat outside, and to be careful not to let anyone into the inner room.

I sat down, pulled down my outer trousers, leaving only my underwear sticking out like a tent. The older woman began to undress, until she was only wearing a white bra and panties. My eyes lit up; she had a full head of silver hair, fair skin, a delicate figure, and a face as beautiful as moonlight. She came over and gestured for me to get on the bed. I lay there, my eyes burning with desire as I watched her. She unhooked her bra, and her breasts sprang out like two white rabbits. I gently stroked them as I pulled off her panties. Her pubic hair was brownish-yellow, concealing a vulva I had never seen before. It

was truly intoxicating. We tried various ways of making love. I licked her vulva, and once I felt her wetness, I parted her legs and entered her, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes gently. After I ejaculated, I held her close with boundless tenderness. She whispered to me, "Chief, I'm yours now. You have to love me, okay?"

When we came out, we saw the driver looking at us nervously. The older woman nodded to him.

On the way back, the driver was driving in front, and the older woman was reclining in the back, giving me oral sex. When she sat up, swallowed the semen, and wiped a few drops from the corner of her mouth with a tissue, I saw the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror. We smiled at each other.

Later, when I went abroad, I took this woman and two other old flames with me to Brazil, and we still live together now.

IV. Violence at its peak, indoor rape, female retired cadre endures humiliation and survives

. What leaders hate most is someone reporting them. A female retired cadre in my unit, who had been retired for many years, reported me because of a housing issue. I, who had always had a smooth career path and had become the absolute head of the unit, could not tolerate such a thing. Because it was an anonymous letter, I checked the handwriting for many days before finding this old woman who had been retired for seven or eight years. That day, I called this 67-year-old retired cadre to my office. She was an ordinary-looking old woman. Her skin was sallow, and she was thin, obviously frail and sickly.

I began to inquire about her health, first smilingly promising to reimburse her for the medications she had purchased over the years, which amounted to tens of thousands of yuan. Just as she was secretly gloating, I threw the letter of complaint in front of her. Her face turned pale.

"You'll pay the price, you old bitch." I walked up to her viciously, grabbed her hair, and stared into her terrified eyes. Then I turned around and locked the door.

She trembled like a leaf, her voice distorted: "Chief, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you. If you scream, I'll strangle you. Believe me, I won't care if you die here. You know I have connections. I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this room."

Sure enough, although she resisted, she dared not utter a sound. I threw her on the sofa and ripped off her pants in a few swift movements... Afterwards, she staggered out of my office.

The next day, she came to me with a pile of medicine receipts, her eyes red and swollen, for reimbursement. I smiled and signed for them. Soon after, I heard that she had gone mad. Every day, she sat trembling in the corner like a madwoman, not daring to say a word.

Of course, of the four women mentioned above, I still preferred the charming and alluring driver's mother. For her, I bought her a house and gave her diamonds. Gradually, financial problems arose. Desperate, I seized the opportunity of the accountant's transfer to obtain the accountant's seal and transferred tens of millions of yuan to my overseas account. I then flew abroad and transferred the funds.

Finally, I successfully escaped to Brazil and bought a manor. I lived a life of idyllic bliss.
[The End]
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