Hotel Mature Female Manager

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Once, we were on a business trip to a place near Shenyang. At that time, Shenyang was cracking down hard; you couldn't even close the door when getting a foot massage! It was my first time in that area, and the driver had booked a hotel in advance. When we arrived at the hotel, a tall woman got out of a red Honda in front of us. The driver casually remarked that she was the hotel manager.
As we entered the hotel, I saw this woman talking to the receptionist. I later learned her name was Xuan. The driver followed me in, greeted the staff, and then introduced me to Xuan. Out of politeness, I shook hands with Xuan. Up to this point, I didn't think I could take advantage of her. The turning point came the next afternoon. I had to go out for a business meeting, leaving my half-finished accounting work on my laptop in the hotel room. However, when I returned to the hotel that evening, I found the room had been cleaned, my laptop was unplugged, and the accounting work was missing. I was instantly furious and immediately called the front desk, asking for a server. Perhaps because I'm from Northeast China, my voice is a bit loud, and I was quite angry, so the server was too intimidated to speak and immediately called Xuan and the cleaning lady. Xuan inquired about the situation, and the cleaning lady explained that she had just started working and didn't know how to do it properly; she was used to unplugging all unused appliances at home! Xuan didn't blame the cleaning lady at all, which immediately increased my positive impression of her. Instead, she apologized profusely and asked me how to resolve the issue. I couldn't refuse such a smiling face, so what could I do? Besides, the cleaning lady kept apologizing! I just said, "Forget it, let's redo it. It's not property, and I can't ask you to compensate me!" Xuan let the cleaning lady go back to work, then said a few more polite words and handed me her business card. She meant I could contact her directly if there were any issues with the service.
Since it was the end of the month and the company needed to settle accounts urgently, I had no choice but to settle down and redo the accounts. After finishing, I looked at the clock and it was already 11:30. I picked up my phone and saw Xuan's business card again, so I thought I'd save her number and discard the card. After saving her number, I saw a friend recommendation on WeChat, and it was Xuan. I requested to add her as a friend, and to my surprise, she accepted instantly. Then she asked if I was still awake. I replied, "Isn't this because you made me work overtime? I just finished the accounts." She sent a shy emoji and apologized again. I said no need to apologize, it's all in the past. She said, "How about I treat you to a late-night snack as an apology?" I said, "No need for you to treat me, just treat me to a late-night snack as an apology. I'm a little hungry and I don't know where to eat." I asked her where she was. She said she was in the hotel manager's office and hadn't gone home yet, so we decided to go for a late-night snack together. I got dressed and prepared to leave, thinking of calling the driver who wasn't staying at the hotel and had gone out, but then I thought better of it, it's too late. (Unexpectedly, this guy hadn't left but was sleeping with a day shift waitress in another room of the hotel
, I'll write about that another time). She told me on WeChat to go ahead and wait for her across the intersection, which annoyed me a little. It's just a late-night snack, is it really necessary to go to such lengths? When we met downstairs, I asked her if she wanted to drink. (At this point, I already had some wicked thoughts, but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate). She said she could drink a little, so I said let's take a taxi. We hailed a taxi and sat in the back. She told the driver the address, and after getting in, she naturally put her arm around mine. At that point, I was pretty sure something was going to happen tonight. We went to a quiet bar with barbecue. I won't go into details about our drinking and chatting, but we talked about all sorts of things. She was not only a great talker, but she could also hold her liquor; her alcohol tolerance was definitely no less than mine. When we got back to the hotel, she told me to go back first, saying she'd send me a WeChat message later. I felt a little awkward and angry at the time. But then I thought, oh well, maybe I'm overthinking it.
Back at the hotel, I went to my room, put my phone aside, and started showering, secretly hoping it would ring. Halfway through my shower, I got a WeChat message asking what I was doing. I said I was showering, and she told me to come to room 606 when I was done. After the shower, I was half sober, and I didn't know what she was up to. But by then, I was already horny, so I quickly finished showering and ran to room 606. Before I got to room 606, I realized that 608 was the manager's office.
When I entered room 606, the door wasn't locked. I pushed it open, and she was taking a shower. I locked the door behind me. Hearing me, she said from inside, "Wait a minute, you watch TV first." I grabbed the remote and lay on the bed; I had no interest in watching TV. A while later, she came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. I still resisted the urge to move. She walked to the bed and sat down. I hugged her from behind, pulled off her towel, and she also lifted the covers and came in. We kissed passionately, and I caressed her freely, quickly taking off my clothes. She gave me oral sex; her technique was exceptional—deep throat, egg-sucking. When she reached the climax, a strange feeling suddenly flashed through my mind. I thought she must have been a prostitute. Otherwise, how could a respectable woman give such comprehensive oral sex? This thought was fleeting; with beauty before me, thinking so much was pointless. I continued to work on her, and what struck me even more strangely was that she seemed to know when I was most sensitive, and would proactively ask to change positions to reduce my sensitivity. I didn't keep track of the time, but it felt like it lasted quite a while, and we cooperated very well. We both reached our climax together.
No condom, internal ejaculation! After the man released, he began to sober up! I felt a little regretful, but I couldn't show it. After my penis completely softened, we quickly washed up and went back to bed. She then began to tell me her story. Perhaps the vagina truly is the gateway to a woman's heart. She told me a lot. It turned out she wasn't a hotel manager in the usual sense; the building belonged to her, given to her by her boyfriend. Why boyfriend instead of husband? Because her boyfriend was actually a local bigwig, and she was his mistress. She was drugged and seduced by him before graduating from university and had been with him ever since. All her sexual techniques were taught to her by several massage therapists arranged by her boyfriend. (I was skeptical of her explanation here.) However, the bigwig was quite shrewd; he owned many businesses. Initially, he entrusted her with managing this hotel, and later gave her the entire building.
She told me she was afraid her boyfriend might have spies among the staff, so they went out and came back separately. I asked her why she didn't go to a hotel. She said one reason was the ID card issue, which her boyfriend could easily find out. Secondly, her boyfriend sometimes came to hotels late at night. So she asked me to come to room 606, just in case. Although she had opened up to me, I still felt uneasy.
While we were talking and touching, I got aroused again. By then it was already dawn, and I had this "I'm a fool not to take advantage" mentality, so I had sex again. Then I went back to my room and slept all morning. When I woke up in the afternoon, I called the driver and we changed hotels!

Postscript: I learned this guy's name from Xuan. By chance, I ended up eating at the same table as him. Meeting him completely overturned my impression of men who kept mistresses. He was incredibly muscular, comparable to a top South Korean idol, with tattoos all over his forearms, and spoke very humbly. I didn't have the "I've slept with your woman" mentality; instead, I felt there must be a reason he became a big shot! Suddenly, a joke came to mind: A child asked his father, "What's the mafia?" The father replied, "The mafia are people who have legitimate businesses, are on good terms with government officials, dress smartly, and speak politely." The child asked, "And what about those tattooed people on the street who carry knives?" The father said, "They're idiots!"
Finally writing this down, I feel a sense of relief!

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