Part-time colleague was taken down

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I first met her at work that year, and I thought she was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. The people around me told me she was actually twenty. I looked again at her petite figure and childlike face, and sighed inwardly, thinking how clever and adorable she was. At that time, I didn't think about sleeping with her; I just suddenly felt an urge to protect her. I heard that her family wasn't well-off, and that she had to work as a nanny in her spare time after her company job. So, I helped her as much as I could, and she seemed to understand my intentions.
One day off, I was playing on my computer with the air conditioning on when the power suddenly went out. Good heavens! It was 38 degrees Celsius, so hot I could hardly breathe. It seemed the power wouldn't be back on anytime soon. In desperation, I tried calling her. Her sweet voice told me that she had power where she was and was also home alone. The family she was nannying for had gone on vacation, and she told me to come over right away.

I took a taxi and arrived in no time. She had thick, slightly yellowish hair tied in a ponytail. Her top was essentially a white cloth with red polka dots, wrapped around her chest and lower back, leaving most of her arms, shoulders, and back bare. She wore a faded light blue denim mini-skirt, exposing her thighs as well. In this hot weather, and being a beautiful young woman, such attire was perfectly normal. When she saw me, she greeted me with a bright smile, immediately turning on the air conditioner and closing the doors and windows, leaving the large space just the two of us, alone.

I've never been a gentleman around women, but I do adhere to the principle of "a gentleman's love of beauty is based on propriety," never acting recklessly. She was in a hurry to cook, but I told her not to rush and to talk to me for a while. I took her hand, my eyes lecherously scanning her from head to toe, occasionally stroking her shoulders and back and touching her hand. She seemed quite nonchalant, not minding at all. I told her that in this hot weather, I wouldn't be able to sleep if the power didn't come back on, and I'd have to sleep on her sofa. She agreed, but said she'd sleep on the sofa and I'd sleep in her bed. I was really touched that she agreed so readily to share a room with me and wasn't wary of me at all. So, we chatted while cooking and eating, and time flew by.

At my suggestion, she came to my place in the afternoon, mainly to check if the power was back on. If it was, I could use the computer, since she loves surfing the internet. But the power was still off, so we played cards, with the loser flicking the other's nose. This way, I could occasionally hold her hand, stroke her back, and flick her nose, getting more physical contact. She didn't seem to mind. We agreed that if the power didn't come back on by 5 pm, I'd go to her place; if it did, she'd stay here and use the computer. Just as we were about to leave around 5 pm, the power came back on.

We quickly went into the room, turned on the air conditioner, closed the doors and windows, and turned on the computer. I nestled next to her, watching her play on the computer. Unfortunately, my computer didn't have the games she liked. I suggested putting on some porn, but she said she didn't want to, so I didn't force her. She browsed the internet aimlessly. At this time, I held her tightly, kissing her hair and her shoulders and back repeatedly. She said she was dirty from sweating and asked me not to kiss her, but little did she know, a girl's flesh smells so good, a kind of intoxicating fragrance. My hands kept caressing her shoulders, back, waist, and legs. This girl was really self-controlled; despite my constant kisses and caresses, she remained focused on playing on her computer.

Seeing that it was getting dark, I quickly prepared some food and asked her to drink with me. At first, she said she didn't know how, but I promised to let her have only one beer. It's understandable that a single girl and a man in a confined space would be a little wary. I didn't have any wicked intentions about getting her drunk, so I let her drink as much as she wanted. After a beer, her face looked even more beautiful. I took out my digital camera to take a picture of her, snapping a photo of her using the computer. Although it was only her back, the scene was still clearly visible.

Emboldened by the alcohol, I pulled her onto my lap. She seemed a little flustered. At the same time, I leaned onto the bed, and we both fell onto it. I rolled over and pinned her down, pressing my lips to hers and my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue and saliva. She seemed a little unfamiliar with tongue play. Although she didn't resist, she appeared tense, her body stiff.

I told her not to be nervous, that I wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. She said she was a virgin, no man had ever touched her, and no man had ever treated her like this.

At that moment, my penis was very hard and swollen, so I used my penis to thrust downwards towards her vulva, and told her that this is how men and women have sex. As long as they take off their clothes, the man inserts his penis into the woman's vagina, and the man will ejaculate a white liquid called semen into the woman's vagina. This is sex, also called intercourse (Taipei Erotic Website 757h). She listened with great interest.

I was kissing her, pressing against her, caressing her, and poking her like that. I was only wearing shorts at the time, and I could have easily entered her by simply lifting her skirt and pulling down her underwear. But I didn't do that because I also came from the countryside, and I felt a deep sympathy for the working girls from rural areas. I felt that they were so young and had a very difficult life outside. If the girl under me was a virgin, taking her virginity might affect her future life. If she wasn't a virgin, and had been with other men, then I would have plenty of opportunities to play with her later. Reason and compassion prevented me from making a move on her; I just played around with her. We both got a little tired, and I told her to go take a shower. She said she didn't have any clothes to change into and had to go home. Although I indicated that I wanted to sleep with her that night, I couldn't force her. It was almost ten o'clock, and I took a taxi to send her home. That was our first intimate encounter.

After that, we had many intimate encounters. When I learned that her employer wasn't home, I said I wanted to come over for a meal she had cooked, and she happily invited me over. Now we're no longer reserved when we meet. As soon as I entered the house, I pulled her into my arms, hugging and kissing her. Because it was hot, we were both wearing very little. When I hugged her, I would hold her buttocks with both hands and rub my penis against her genitals. She seemed to enjoy all of this.

In the taxi, I thought about some erotic articles I'd read, which said that a woman's breasts would harden and her nipples would enlarge after being flirted with. In the past, when I was with women, I only paid attention to their lower bodies and didn't pay much attention to their breasts. I thought that since I had promised not to touch this girl's lower body, I would play with her breasts properly today. I had her lean back on the sofa, and I squatted in front of her, unbuttoning her top and taking off her bra. Instantly, two large breasts appeared before me, so big that I couldn't grasp them with one hand. They were shaped like pointed gourds, very firm and perky. This girl's breasts were extraordinary. Her skin was dark, and I always said she had a healthy beauty. Her breasts were also dark, with very small nipples, only the size of a peanut, seemingly disproportionate to her large breasts. I guess it was because no man had touched or suckled them. But the areolas were very large. I suckled on one breast while stroking the other, sucking on her nipple and licking her areola, while my hand kept stroking and kneading the other breast. She, like a breastfeeding mother, leaned back on the sofa, her eyes half-closed, everything so casual and natural.

When I got tired of squatting, I leaned over her, my penis pressed against her vulva. I suckled on the breast I had just been caressing, and used my other hand to knead it. As I suckled and caressed, I noticed her brows furrowed, her breathing quickened, and her nipples, which had been hidden in the areola, were now erect, hard and large. I increased the intensity of my sucking and kneading, and she began to writhe, especially arching her hips upwards. My penis was pressed against her vulva; as she arched upwards, I pressed downwards, kneading her—it felt wonderful. We held this position for about three minutes; I guess she had her first orgasm.

After the orgasm, everything seemed to calm down a bit. I continued nursing. The only people who could make me nurse so peacefully were my mother and her. I realized she was nursing me like my own mother. Suddenly, I had a thought and asked, "Can I call you Mom?" She readily agreed, and I called her "Mom" several times. She responded with a smile and a nod. In my heart, my mother is the greatest because she nourished me with her milk and raised me to adulthood. And the girl I was pressing down on and sucking on right now is also the greatest because she also nourished my parched heart with her full breasts.

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