Seducing the Boss's Wife

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Everything was going terribly wrong. On the afternoon of the 10th, I went to a sand dance club. After a few songs, I felt like having sex, but I couldn't find a girl. I thought of a massage parlor around the corner, where there's usually a few long, white legs sitting down. I figured I'd grab a quick bite. So, I left the dance club and headed straight for the massage parlor.
I have a habit of always bringing my own condoms when I go out. I'm worried about the quality of condoms outside and also about getting diseases from the girls. I might even want to take revenge on society by punching holes in the condoms so that if I accidentally get infected, I'll be done with it. So, I always buy my own condoms when I go out to feel safe.
I was almost at the massage parlor, thinking there must be places selling health products nearby. My three pieces of experience told me that in red-light districts and massage parlors, there are always shops selling these products nearby. They'd just supply you directly after you've done their business, haha. But this time, I was really out of luck. I searched for ages and couldn't find anything. At this point, I couldn't resist that feeling of having something in my mouth but not being able to have it—everyone knows that, right? I was itching to get it, but I stuck to my principles and gritted my teeth. I walked through several streets and into alleyways, finally spotting one. Oh my god! I quickly ran over and went in, saying, "Boss, I'd like a condom." "How much is it, handsome?" a... A sweet, coquettish voice said, "Hey, want one of better quality?" As I spoke, I turned my head to look, and guess what I saw, folks? I instantly got hard! Luckily, my jeans held it in. The female boss was wearing a black low-cut top, half of her breasts showing, under a white jacket. She had wavy hair and looked very attractive. She was probably around 30 years old; she must have been a beauty when she was younger. She was wearing reflective stockings and was tall. Don't laugh, but I was already aroused, and when I saw this female boss, I almost came. "I'll get you some Jissbon condoms, 8 yuan each, quality guaranteed," the female boss said. At that moment, I didn't even think about condoms anymore; I was just fantasizing about how great it would be to have sex with this female boss. "Oh, okay, I'll take them," I reached for my money, my hands trembling. "Handsome, one is enough, but bring me a few more, haha," the boss's wife started joking with me at this point. My face turned red instantly, and I was thinking about how to tell her, how I wanted to flirt with her. "One is enough, improve quality, reduce frequency, haha," I joked with her. "Is that so? You young people are so fierce, huh?" "You're not old at all, boss, I think you're at most 22 or 23 years old," I immediately flattered her. Women like it when others say they look young, and the boss lady immediately smiled. "You're really good at joking, huh? I'm a mother now, my child is 8 years old." "I can't tell, I can't tell at all, you're so well-maintained," I hurriedly flattered her. I was secretly planning what topic to bring up next. Damn it, at this moment her phone rang. She smiled at me and said, "Handsome, 8 yuan, haha," and then handed me the condom to answer the phone. I gave her the money and pretended to linger in front of the shop for a while, wanting her to finish the call so I could continue using the condom. But she kept talking on the phone, and I reluctantly left. As I walked away, she even smiled at me. At this moment, I had no mood to find a prostitute at all. I was thinking about how to flirt with this boss lady. Her S-shaped figure and half of her snow-white breasts kept echoing in my mind.
Monday the 11th,
my second day at work. After finishing my morning work and having lunch, I was really feeling bloated and my mind was filled with two thoughts: sleep and sex. I started fantasizing about how great the female boss was in bed, how perky her ass was. While thinking this, I lay down on my desk to sleep. I saw a female colleague walking towards the restroom. Because she was wearing a short skirt and stockings, and her figure was decent, a rather crazy idea flashed through my mind: I wanted to go back to that health product store to see the female boss that night. I've been watching too many Japanese movies these past few years—the kind where you rape someone you meet on the street, or on a bus. The scene of raping that female boss in the health product store immediately popped into my head. I felt I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I rushed to the restroom, closed the stall door, and masturbated. Before I knew it, it was almost time to leave work. I was secretly planning how to talk to the female boss, how to start a conversation, and how to end it. To be honest, I'm quite introverted and have never tried to strike up a conversation before. This time, I was determined to take the plunge. I figured the worst that could happen was I'd get yelled at, and I'd just walk away.
Around 7 pm, I finished dinner and headed straight to that alleyway. I was almost at the health products store, my body trembling slightly. "Damn it," I thought, steeling myself, and strode in. "Hey, where's the female owner? It's another older woman." My heart sank. I pretended to turn around and asked the older woman, "Is the owner not here today?" She probably sensed I was a regular customer and told me, "The owner went back to eat. I'm just keeping watch for her for now; she might be back later." I then casually asked, "What time do they close at night?" "We close late, sometimes past 1 a.m. What do you want to buy? I'll get it for you," the older woman said impatiently. I pretended to take out my phone to call her, said "Wait a minute," and walked out of the shop.
Once outside, I thought, "Damn, all the lines I've been working on all afternoon are gone again." Suddenly, I saw an internet cafe across the street and had a crazy idea: I'd run over, go online for a bit, and wait until after 10 p.m. I'm really determined to see what happens. I ran to the internet cafe, handed in my ID, went online, played some Three Kingdoms Kill, and then some other games. Seeing some guys on the forum talking about how "greasy" their penises were, my penis got really hard again. Finally, it was past 9 p.m. when I finished... I paid the bill.
I went to check across from their shop to see if the proprietress was there. Sure enough, I caught a glimpse of her reflective stockings and saw her tall, shapely figure and pert buttocks. The proprietress was there, but there was a man inside who seemed to be buying something. I stood there pretending to take out my phone to peek into the shop and waited for the man to leave before going in. After a few minutes, the man left, and I suppressed my slightly trembling body and went in.
Inside the shop, the proprietress was playing with her laptop, playing a game on QQ. I forced myself to remain calm and jokingly said to her, "Boss, you've stolen quite a lot, haven't you? Hehe."
She glanced at me and laughed, saying, "What are you stealing? You're playing around, and your own stuff is about to be stolen too. What are you buying, bro?" "At that moment, I instinctively felt she remembered me, so I pretended to say, 'Let me take a look first.' The front half of her shop sold cigarettes and drinks, while the back half sold health supplements. I walked over to the health supplement section, pretending to look around. She came over too, and a whiff of perfume hit my nose. The proprietress's breasts were partially exposed again, revealing a deep cleavage, and she was wearing those high leather boots. I pretended to look at the inflatable dolls and sex toys, asking her, 'What are these? How much do they cost?'"
The proprietress chuckled, "You probably know all these things better than I do, right? The prices are marked down below, you see?" Of course, I couldn't admit I knew these things and continued to play dumb, saying, "I really don't know, I only know how to use condoms, can you explain?" "Explain what? There's an instruction manual inside, anyway, the stuff is really good, haha," she laughed, her two snow-white breasts jiggling as she laughed. I almost stared, my eyes practically popping out of my head. "I was just here yesterday, do you remember me? Haha, proprietress." "Oh, I think it's me, I just feel like I recognize you. What are you planning to buy today, handsome? You need these things, haha, just find a pretty girl to play with, you're so handsome." Hearing her say I was handsome, I didn't know if it was flattery or what, but I suddenly felt like I might have a chance, so I immediately replied jokingly, "Oh dear, I can't find anyone, I'm so old and still don't have any friends, what should I do? Proprietress, can you introduce me to someone?" The proprietress looked me up and down and said, "No way! I don't believe it. Such a handsome young man doesn't have a girlfriend." Seeing that I was getting more and more into it, I immediately started chatting with her, "It's true, women these days have high standards..." Anyway, I don't know what we talked about, but the proprietress seemed to have nothing better to do and continued to chat with me. After a while, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. I mustered my courage and pretended to pick up the electric vibrator from the stand. As my hand came down, I deliberately touched her high, half-exposed breasts, mainly to see her reaction. (I don't know where I got the guts). As my hand came down, I deliberately took a step forward, and my right arm touched her chest. Wow, it was bouncy! More importantly, she didn't react much. I don't know if she didn't feel anything or what. My courage grew even stronger, my heart was pounding, and I pretended to be calm. I deliberately kept my right hand, which was holding something, close to her chest and asked her, "What's this for?" She laughed and said to me, "Putting in the batteries..." At that moment, I really didn't expect that instead of pulling my arm away when I leaned it against her chest, she leaned in even closer! I was so excited, my heart was pounding at probably 200 beats per minute. I thought: This is definitely going to work! Could I have finally met this legendary slut? I deliberately rubbed my arm against hers to see her reaction. She just slightly turned her body and leaned in again. I was convinced then that this was going to work. While listening to her, I was thinking about how to flirt and what to talk about.
Then a crazy idea flashed through my mind. I don't think I've ever been this crazy in my life; I've used up all my courage for today. I pretended to walk behind her and sniff her hair, then pressed my penis against her butt. Wow, she didn't flinch! It felt like I was doing a sand dance. I asked her, "Boss, what perfume are you wearing? It smells so good!" She said, "Just some cheap water, what's so fragrant about it?" Just then, her phone rang again. Oh my god, I almost ejaculated the moment my penis touched it—it was so stimulating! She went to the computer to answer the phone. I don't know what she said, but I pretended to watch for a few minutes. After she finished her call, she laughed and said to me, "Handsome, want to buy something? I'm closing up shop now." I said, "Why so early?" She said a friend invited her to play mahjong, and they were short one player. I thought, "She really comes at a crucial moment." I laughed and said, "Boss, we get along well. Let's add each other on QQ. We can even play some games and steal each other's crops sometimes." She was about to shut down the computer when she heard me say that, "Sure, you have a lot of QQ accounts, I'll add you. I'm always online, but don't steal my crops!" When I heard she wanted to add me, I was so excited I almost forgot my QQ number. I even repeated it twice, afraid she'd mistype it. After we added each other, she was about to close the door, so I said, "Let me help you with the shutter, boss lady." She said, "Thanks, handsome." As she was leaving, I pretended to smell her hair, and my penis went back to her. Unexpectedly, this time she even stuck out her butt. I almost couldn't resist and she said, "Why are you still smelling it? You haven't washed your hair in days, it stinks, haha." I really had the urge (ˇ?ˇ) to cut her from behind and hug her, and vigorously rub her firm breasts. But in the end, I didn't have the guts. I told her I'd add her when I got back, and we could chat sometime, and not to forget me. She grinned and said to me, "Of course not! I'll teach you how to use those things online, hahaha!" I said, "Then you have to teach me, hehe." After saying that, she closed the door and asked which way I was going. I said I was going out and turning right. She said I was also going out and taking a taxi, so I went with her. It was almost 10:30. There weren't many people at the alley entrance, and it was a few dozen meters from the street entrance. We walked towards the entrance together, and then I had another wicked thought.
We walked towards the street entrance together, and we were less than 100 meters away. There weren't many people, and the lights weren't very bright. I had another wicked thought. At that moment, I fantasized about picking up the female boss and pushing her to the side, grabbing her hands... Unfortunately, I was too cowardly to do it. When we were almost at the street entrance, I said to the female boss, "I'll carry you on my back." (At that moment, I didn't even realize that I suddenly said this.) "Why?" "This isn't a muddy road," she asked me. Luckily, I'm quick-witted and have read a lot of riddles, so I immediately replied, "Oh, I'm too fat, I want to exercise and lose weight, haha." I thought she was going to dump me, but instead she laughed and said, "Really? I'm really heavy, I'll flatten you!" Seeing that she didn't refuse, I quickly said, "What are you afraid of? With your weight, I can lift you with one hand, try it!" Then I squatted down and reached behind me, calling for her to come up. I was about to provoke her into saying, "Scared?" before she even finished speaking, she jumped up from behind. Because it was so sudden, I sank down a bit, and immediately reached back with both hands, touching her buttocks. She was wearing a thick short skirt, and through the skirt, it felt very substantial. It felt so good to touch, and I couldn't just touch her butt, so I immediately put my hand on her leg. Touching her leg while she was wearing stockings felt so good; the stockings must have been made of really good quality, so smooth. She grabbed my shoulders while I was on her back, thinking that carrying her would allow me to press down on her big breasts, but when she grabbed my shoulders, her breasts didn't touch my back. To be honest, I got hard at that moment. I said, "You're so light," and then pretended to bend over, pretending to throw her off. Her breasts hit my back right away, and I was so dizzy, it felt amazing, mainly because they were so bouncy. I always thought that married women's breasts would sag, but I didn't expect them to be so bouncy. She was probably afraid of falling off and hurriedly said, "Put me down!" How could I put her down right away? So I bent over and spun around a few times, laughing as I spun, it felt so good. I felt like she was at least a C cup. She got off my back and said, "You little brat, you're so naughty! You tripped me, you can't afford to pay for it!" After saying that, she laughed again. At that time, because my penis was hard and my penis was sticking out, I immediately put my hands in my pockets. When we got to the street corner, she hailed a taxi, greeted me, got in the car, and even gave me a fist bump and smiled as she drove away. I thought, "This is definitely going to work out." Because I was so excited earlier, I immediately went home and fantasized about my female boss getting a blowjob. I couldn't sleep, it felt like a real stroke of luck. Maybe it just takes the right time and the right person. I kept thinking about how to contact her tomorrow. It was almost 2 AM, and I still couldn't sleep. I checked QQ on my phone and suddenly saw a message. I opened it immediately; it was from her, asking if I was asleep. I checked the time—it was sent around 12 AM. I immediately logged off and back on to see if she was still online (refreshed). Sure enough, her avatar was lit up, and she was online. I immediately messaged her, "Still playing mahjong? Won millions?" After a while, she replied, "Win my ass! I'm about to go to sleep, why aren't you asleep yet?" "You stopped playing? That's why I can't sleep." I replied immediately. "Yeah, I stopped playing around 1 AM and just took a shower to prepare for bed. Are you still flirting with girls? Can't sleep?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering what you were up to." I sent her this message, and she replied five minutes later, "I was just changing my pajamas, what were you thinking?" Hearing her say that, my mind immediately conjured up the scene of her changing clothes, gently pulling off her reflective stockings, unhooking her black bra, revealing her round nipples and snow-white buttocks. (I'm such a fantasist, I thought to myself). I replied, "I think you're very attractive, hehe, how come your husband allows you to stay up so late?" After a while, she replied, "Really? I'm so attractive, how come I don't think so, hehe? My husband's addiction is even bigger than mine, he's still masturbating, basically five nights a week, sigh." Now I understand, no wonder, that bastard doesn't have a man to keep her company at night, no wonder she's so lewd, I can flirt with her however I want. I then sent her a few more messages, pretending to be concerned, asking who takes care of the child and what she usually likes to do. Then I learned that her child was in elementary school in her hometown, raised by her mother. Her husband liked to gamble, often playing all night and going to bed the next day. Their relationship wasn't good; they often argued. We talked for about 40 minutes, including some adult jokes. She seemed quite promiscuous. I suggested we have dinner together the next night, and she said she'd see. Seeing that she didn't directly reject me, I thought there was definitely a chance. Lying in bed, I kept fantasizing about how to have sex with her, how to fuck her. That night was truly agonizing; I just hoped dawn would come quickly. Finally,
the 12th
arrived, and I hadn't slept well at all. I almost had a full-blown fantasy. I believe most guys have had fantasies since they were old enough to understand. Before, when watching movies, we fantasized about having sex with some celebrity. When we were in school, we watched porn and fantasized about having sex with some actress. Ultimately, it's all just fantasy; it can't be realized. At most, we'd go out and have a quickie with a prostitute to release our pent-up emotions. I used to say I'd be obsessed with being like Amy Yip. This time, however, the object of my fantasy was too close, and I felt like I could almost have her. That overwhelming feeling kept me awake all night.
When I got to the office, I was obviously exhausted and spent the morning in a daze. After lunch, I started sending harassing text messages to my female boss. With the groundwork laid the night before, I sent all sorts of cutesy phrases like "darling" and "sweetie." At first, she questioned what I was sending, but then she stopped. Since every text started with "darling," she probably got tired of it and stopped saying anything. I asked her when we'd be having dinner, and she said she might not be able to because she had something to do. My heart sank. A little while later, she texted again, saying I should wait for her at her shop at 8 pm for a late-night snack, but I had to pay. Hearing that, my gloomy mood instantly lifted, and my little brother started getting excited again. I told her, "Okay, I'll wait for you at your shop at 8 pm." After we made the appointment, I, who hadn't slept the night before and was feeling unwell, was now incredibly excited and couldn't sleep at all. Finally, I got off work and skipped the bus, taking a taxi straight to her shop. Looking across the street, sure enough, it was that same old lady again. She wasn't home, so I ran to the restaurant at the street corner and ordered a pig's trotter and a steamed beef pudding. I thought to myself, "I need to replenish my energy now." After eating, I went to the internet cafe across the street and ordered some Red Bull. I
lingered in the internet cafe until about 7:50 pm, feeling incredibly nervous. At that moment, I felt like the song "Nervous," a mix of excitement and trepidation. Looking across the street, I couldn't see anyone. So I went straight into the shop. It turned out the owner was sitting on that low stool, surfing the internet, so you couldn't see her face from outside. As soon as I walked in, she saw me and said, "You're on time! Have you eaten yet?" I said I had, and looked at her closely. Oh my god, I gasped, and then my penis felt hot. The proprietress was still wearing that black low-cut top, but she wasn't wearing the jacket anymore. I looked down from her head, and that cleavage...it seemed bottomless. She had also changed into one of those stockings that seemed to be popular this year, the kind with ripped stripes. I said, "Let's go, let's go get some barbecue. I think there's a crawfish place over there." The proprietress sat up and said to me, "Hey, wait a minute, do you know how to use a computer? Come over and help me. I want to download a song, and also, this computer is running too slowly, what's wrong?" I was secretly pleased. I'm used to dealing with computers, and I can usually solve most problems, so I immediately replied, "Sure, I'll take a look, haha." She got up from her chair and called me over to fix the computer. I went over and sat down, but unexpectedly, she brought a low stool from the back room and sat next to me. Oh my god, her chest was against my arm again... Oh, at that moment, I thought to myself, "Sister, are you really trying to ignite my passion? With you like this, how can I possibly focus on setting up your computer?" She told me, "Can you download this for me? I'll download the song myself after I see it."
I was thinking, "Can you download 'Heart Wall' for me?" I'd heard that song before; the lyrics are, "Your heart has a wall, but I find a window that occasionally lets in a warm glimmer of light. Even if you have a wall, my love will climb up the windowsill and bloom. Open the window, and you'll see sadness melt away; you'll smell the bright fragrance of happiness." I thought, "Sure enough, this slut is already hinting that I should open her window." I quickly opened Baidu to search and download it. The internet speed was fast; it downloaded in about 10 seconds. She asked, "How did you click that? I can't open the download button. Can you teach me?" As she spoke, she grabbed my arm and shook it, which bumped into her high, firm breasts. To be honest, guys, I'd never experienced anything like this before. It was late at night in a health products store, and the married female owner, with a perfect figure and a half-exposed cleavage, was so obviously arousing me. I almost wanted to push her to the ground and rape her, but I managed to hold back. I said to her, "Come sit here, I'll teach you." She said, "Okay, but you have to teach me, okay?" Then she moved to another seat. I was already thinking, "Come sit here, so I can hug you from behind later." I had my plan all figured out. I pretended to teach her how to use the mouse, and put my arm around her waist. I pointed out the spot to her with the pole. At first, I wasn't too bothered; I just verbally told her where to point. But then, when she needed to download something using Xunlei, my hands started wandering. I casually reached my hand out from behind her waist to point out the spot, expecting her to react and flinch. But she didn't move at all and continued asking me where to point. That's when I understood, and I got bolder. I reached out with my left hand and gently pulled her close, pretending to complain, "Oh dear, why are you so clumsy? Point here!" She seemed to sense me pulling her and turned to me, saying, "You little rascal, you're being naughty. Let go of my hand; it'll be bad if other customers see." I laughed and said to her, "Oh, what are you afraid of? No one's coming in. You have a great figure, let me feel your slim waist." After hearing my words, she pretended to pull my hand, but without much force. I could feel her pretending to resist, so I hugged her tightly in an instant. She ignored my hand and continued to ask me what I wanted. At this moment, I saw that her face was already red. The female boss blushed, and at this moment I felt a strange excitement. I felt the aura of a virtuous woman, and my mind went blank, filled with those sexual images. I felt like I was about to lose my rationality. I even had the guts to commit murder and arson. I rested my head on her shoulder, our faces almost touching. I could feel her breathing heavily, probably from nervousness or shyness. I was completely blinded by desire at that moment, and I opened my mouth to kiss her cheek. She cried out, pulled her face away, and turned back to me, saying, "What are you doing?" I replied, "I want to see how heavy your makeup is." I could only laugh at the time; what I said was utter nonsense, I didn't even know how to say it. Seeing her resistance, I calmed down a little. I thought, take it slow, don't rush things. At this point, she stopped asking me anything, just clicking the mouse, I had no idea what she was clicking. I knew she was wavering. I asked her if she knew how to download it, and she probably just gave me a vague answer, saying she did. I had no idea what she was clicking. Did she know? Nobody believed that.
At this point, I felt she wouldn't resist much, so I moved the chair forward a little more and pressed my already erect penis against her back—or rather, between her waist and buttocks. As soon as I pressed against her, she immediately turned and glanced at me. I quickly changed the subject and said, "I think you look like Jing Tian." She seemed to enjoy this, so I casually asked who Jing Tian was. I said she was the female lead in a recent movie, very beautiful. She asked sweetly, "Am I that beautiful?" To be honest, this female boss did resemble Jing Tian a bit—the eyes and face shape were similar, but otherwise, they weren't. Jing Tian was the female lead in the Warring States period, supposedly rising to power through connections. But she did look delicate and beautiful, with a kind of ethereal charm. Of course, I followed up, "Yes, I'll look up her picture on Baidu, you can see." Then, I borrowed the Baidu search bar and rubbed my penis against her waist. It felt amazing, like I was getting an electric shock. When she saw the picture, she said, "No way, you look completely different." I chuckled and said, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you two look alike, huh?" "When did I become your lover?" she said, pushing me away. I said, "Now you are." I took the opportunity to hug her tightly, rubbing my penis against hers, and resting my head on her shoulder. This time, she didn't resist, just smiled, and started playing "Heart Wall," telling me it was her favorite song. "My heart is like this," I said, "of course you like this song, right? I'll open your heart wall in a bit." She sang along as she played, her body swaying. I immediately felt a surge of stimulation, a warm current flowing down my back, and I felt a surge of heat. I'd really been doing too much sand dance; I couldn't withstand this back and forth, and I ejaculated instantly. At the moment of ejaculation, I tightly hugged her waist, like I was about to shoot someone in the back. She was probably too busy moving to feel my trembling, and said, "Are you trying to strangle me?" Of course, I didn't care what she said then, I just focused on ejaculating. Afterwards, I felt much clearer-headed, and I felt ashamed of myself. (Don't tell anyone, guys, but I believe most people wouldn't last long in that situation.) I got up and asked her where the toilet was, explaining I'd drunk too much water. She told me there was a toilet outside the back door. I immediately ran over, thankfully I always carry wet wipes, and quickly cleaned myself up, though my underwear was soaked.
Back at the shop, she was still singing. I said to her, "Come on, let's grab something to eat, it's almost 10 o'clock." She said, "Sure, can you pull down the shutter for me?" Because I'd just ejaculated, my head was clear now, and I went from a wolf to a gentleman again, politely helping her close the shop and even carrying her bag. I suggested we go eat at the crawfish and dry pot place up ahead, and she said yes. Then she walked in that direction. Little did she know, what kind of storm she would encounter after the meal. Although I was embarrassed in the shop, I want to tell you guys that the main story begins after the meal. It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I happened to be there—almost like the opening scene of a movie.
The female owner and I went to that restaurant, a casual eatery. We ordered mantis shrimp and a pork rib hot pot. I asked her what she wanted to drink, and she said she didn't drink alcohol because she'd get drunk. How could I not let her drink? I'd planned it all out beforehand: get her drunk. If I couldn't get her drunk, I'd pretend to be drunk myself. Because if a woman isn't drunk, a man has no chance; if a man isn't drunk, a woman doesn't get tips; if neither man nor woman is drunk, no one will sleep in the hotel, haha, that's a bit of a stretch. I'll pretend to be drunk then. I could pretend to be drunk and grope her. Then she'd blame me, and I'd just say I was drunk and didn't know anything, haha. The old three-step method for picking up girls—movie—dinner—hotel—alcohol is indispensable. I encouraged her, telling her I'd drink a bottle if she drank a glass, and it worked. She thought it was a sure thing and agreed. I usually use this trick to persuade women who don't drink to drink. After a few drinks, once she's in the mood, she won't care how many bottles you've had. I asked the owner to bring four bottles of premium Snow Beer, opened them all, filled her glass, and then directly offered her a glass, saying, "Come on, have a drink first." This is also crucial; the best way to get someone drunk with beer is to drink on an empty stomach, not after she's eaten and her stomach is full, because then it's a bit harder. Because beer has a low alcohol content, if you have something in your stomach, it's harder to absorb the alcohol. At most, you'll just feel bloated but won't get drunk. A classmate who studied bioengineering told me this. He also said that drinking yogurt before drinking alcohol forms a protective film in the stomach, a method that works every time for me, though it doesn't apply to those heavy drinkers. For her first glass, I saw her take three sips before cutting it, so I knew this woman didn't usually drink much. I was planning to make her drink more. When the food came, I chatted with her and kept pouring her drinks. At first, she said she'd only had one glass, but she couldn't resist my urging and drank three more. I'd only finished one bottle, haha. By then, her face was flushed. We were sitting facing each other, and she buried her head and rubbed her head with her hands. Oh my, that low-cut top is even lower now, the cleavage is so deep it's like two coconuts. She was rubbing her head, and the coconuts were swaying, making me really aroused. I even wanted to rape her again. Since we were sitting opposite each other, the space under the table was small, and my feet could touch. I noticed she might be a little dizzy, and suddenly I thought of a way to tease her. I couldn't just run over and touch her; there were other diners around, and I didn't dare. So I put my feet between her legs, and when she didn't react, I spread them apart. She opened her legs, and I immediately felt a warm rush from across the table. Was this slut starting to get wet? She noticed and asked what I was doing. I joked with her, saying I used to do this when I was a kid. Actually, what she said was utter nonsense. She laughed and said, "You're still a little brat," then started cutting and eating shrimp. Seeing that she didn't object, my interest grew even stronger. I placed my leg between her thighs, opening and closing it. The opening and closing of her thighs caused her breasts to vibrate, a strange and stimulating feeling. Warm currents came in waves. Although there was no physical contact, I felt a spiritual connection, and I got hard again.
So the landlady and I walked towards the market. As we walked, I thought about how to use this short distance to carry out my plan. My excitement suddenly turned into panic, as if I were doing something shameful. My heart was pounding because the meat was already in my mouth. As mentioned before, that night the landlady changed her stockings; they were the kind that looked like they were torn, just... I don't know how to describe the clumps, so I searched online and finally found that style. I'm posting it here for you guys to see (see picture below). I'm a huge fan of stockings, a real stocking addict. The first time I met the female boss, she was wearing reflective stockings. This time, she was wearing these, which were even more alluring, making me fantasize. I wanted to tear them apart right away and then insert my penis into her buttocks from behind, like a rape.
At that moment, the market was mostly empty, the lights were dim, and it was very quiet. The crisp sound of the female boss's high heels walking in the quiet street seemed particularly provocative. We were walking side by side, and before I could figure out what to do, she suddenly asked me, "Don't you think we're having a date?" Hey, I hadn't even figured out what to do, and you're already starting to fawn over me. Well, I guess I'll just have to be ruthless then. I immediately replied, "Yeah, darling, you feel the same way? I've felt it for ages." Hearing me call her "darling" again, she immediately said, "You little rascal, why are you so glib?" I said, "No, I'm just saying what I truly feel. You feel like my woman." After I said that, she smiled, didn't reply, and moved slightly closer to me, then continued walking forward. Damn, finally I had a reason! She'd said it like that; if I didn't make a move, I'd be letting my mother down after all these years of raising me. So I reached down with my left hand and took hers. The moment I touched her hand, I truly felt spring had arrived, flowers were blooming, and I could tear her stockings, imagine the female boss and me frantically making love on the bed, and hear her intense, high-low moans coming soon. The moment I took her hand, her hand seemed a little tense and naturally opened, but I held her palm tightly. After a few seconds, she took my hand in return. The feeling was just like when you first start dating and your girlfriend is slowly being tamed.
I felt her hands were sweaty, but I couldn't tell if it was hers or mine. Actually, I think once you hold a woman's hand (provided she's a respectable woman, excluding prostitutes), it's like holding a key. Her letting you hold her hand means she's ready to be seduced. Some friends might ask, at this point, why not just be direct and push her down? I want to say, friend, you've watched too many movies. That kind of scenario is just fantasy; the chances of it happening in real life are very small. Holding hands first, taking it step by step, makes her feel comfortable and warm, making her think you're gentle. If you rush in right away, unless she's a very promiscuous woman, even if she's interested in you, she'll think you're a very horny pervert. This is really important. I'm the typical fantasist; I have the idea of going all in, but I don't have the guts. I just like that feeling of taking things one step at a time; it's much better than anything like 500 for two sessions or a 90-minute spa treatment. I saw that the market street wasn't long, maybe only 50 or 60 meters. I knew I had to act quickly. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said to the shopkeeper, "Honey, let's walk along the edge of the street, so we don't block the road."
I laughed as soon as I said it. Block the road? More like a three-wheeled vehicle lane! Besides, there wasn't a soul in sight at this hour, so where would any cars come from? The shopkeeper laughed and said, "That's a good idea!" Because the edge of the street was quite dark, and there were some dark corners—perfect location! I had everything going for me: timing, location, and people. If I didn't unleash my power, I'd be wasting this opportunity. I saw a dark corner ahead, a shop selling bath products and floor tiles, with some ceramic tiles displayed outside. Next to the shop was that dark corner. I said to the shopkeeper, "Oh dear, I've had too much to drink today, I'm a little dizzy. Honey, let me help you." After saying that, I put my hand on her shoulder. At this point, I could put it however I wanted, haha. She said to me, "I'm not dizzy yet, but you are! You'll have to carry me back later." I said, "You're addicted to me carrying you, huh? Hehe, aren't you afraid I'll carry you all the way to my house?" "You bastard, trying to get me to do something bad, I won't!" she said, punching me. But it wasn't really a punch; it felt more like a caress, like she was flirting. Actually, I pretended to faint so I could rub her against me and make her sway back and
forth. She thought I was just teasing her and didn't pay much attention, only saying, "Are you sailing the boat?" I thought, "Sure, we're almost at that deep cleavage in your chest." We were almost at that dark corner, and I kept rubbing her there. She said, "Are you leading me there? It's so dark!" Luckily, I've always been quick-witted and can't be careless at a time like this. I said, "Come on, I have something to tell you." She thought I was really drunk and said, "What is it? Tell me." "I said, 'That won't do, others can hear. I'll tell you over there, in a whisper.' The landlady couldn't resist me, or maybe she thought I was really drunk and about to act crazy again, and I'd just let it go. The closer we got to that dark corner, the dimmer the light became, and the more nervous I became. I felt like I was about to have a heart attack, constantly panting. She thought I was going to throw up.
Gradually, the landlady's face became more and more blurry, the light completely disappearing until only her outline and the white flesh of her thighs showing through her stockings could be seen. 'What is it? Say it three times,' she whispered to me. At that moment, finally... the volcano erupted, the dam collapsed, and the river that had been holding back for so long finally released its waters." Like a wild beast released from its cage, simmering uncontrollably. I had completely lost my mind; my thoughts were practically identical to those of a rapist. I grabbed her from behind and kissed her recklessly, my hard penis clearly pressing against her buttocks. She was obviously startled by my sudden attack and reflexively struggled, her head constantly trying to avoid my mouth.
I pressed her against me, and she pulled her head forcefully to the left. At that moment, I had only one thought: to put my tongue into her mouth. To conquer a woman, you must first conquer her mouth. Once it was in, everything could begin. She was probably genuinely frightened by my sudden attack, only concerned with avoiding my mouth and pulling away. My hand was on hers, but she didn't want to yell for me to let go. It felt like she liked me, wanted me to have sex with her, but was struggling against her moral boundaries. At this point, how could I let her struggle? I held her slender waist tightly with one hand, no matter how much she pulled, I wouldn't let go. With the other hand, I forcefully turned her head towards my face. Brother, let me tell you, what is coercion? If you were lucky enough to see this scene that night, you would understand. A man and a sexy woman in a low-cut top and revealing stockings were writhing in a dimly lit market, only the sounds of panting and struggling accompanied by the clatter of her high heels on the ground. It was quite a scene. Thinking back on that scene afterwards, I really admire my own courage. She kept struggling, her buttocks rubbing back and forth against my erect penis. Because of the short skirt she was wearing, it felt like my penis was practically touching her panties, right up to her vagina. It was a hundred times more pleasurable than sand dancing. I almost ejaculated right then and there. I'm ashamed to admit it, but thankfully I managed to hold back with my strong willpower, otherwise I would have been incredibly embarrassed.
The female boss desperately tried to avoid my mouth, but the more she tried, the more inexplicably excited I felt. Suddenly, I could understand the mentality of some rapists. Sometimes it's not about the act itself, but rather the thrill of forcing someone and the feeling of resistance. It's precisely because something is so hard to get that we crave it the most. Of course, buddy, don't go and rape her, okay? You can't do illegal things. I've laid the groundwork beforehand, so if she really turns hostile, I can just say I was drunk. I've thought of everything. Using my strong wrists, I finally managed to turn the female boss's head little by little, our lips getting closer and closer. I could clearly smell her perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol on her breath. At this point, her mouth was probably only a few centimeters away from mine. I felt like she had given up struggling; she was using much less force than before, and her face wasn't being pulled so hard anymore. She was just gently pulling at me, her eyes showing a mix of panic, fear, and a hint of provocation.
I mustered the strength a man should have at this moment. I held the proprietress's head and mouth firmly in place with both hands. I took a deep breath and thrust my lips into hers. Finally, our lips met. I could feel the stickiness of her lip gloss. Her lips weren't large, but they were very soft. Immediately, I launched my second attack, using my tongue to open her red lips. But the moment my tongue touched her lips, the previously tightly sealed mouth and struggling arms seemed to crumble the instant my tongue touched them. Before I could react, the proprietress's wet, soft tongue was already on my lips, intertwining with mine. Her hands tightly gripped my waist. At that moment, I understood… I had completely stripped away her last veil of reserve. A woman who was a complete stranger to me just three days ago—a woman who had been recommending condoms to me at a health product store for the past two days, a respectable woman who had been texting me to pour out her troubles just a day ago, a sexy woman who had been so reserved and struggling just minutes before—was now like a rutting owl, frantically devouring my desire. My initial excitement had turned into a frenzied release. We kissed passionately, a passionate French kiss, a passionate wet kiss, our tongues intertwined, our saliva mingling. I could finally hold her sexy buttocks firmly in my hands and knead them continuously, my penis pressing against her entrance from the front. I felt like I'd never experienced such excitement and pleasure in my life. We kissed passionately for about 20 seconds. I gradually calmed down from my ecstatic state, because I knew there were more important steps to take besides kissing (I'm sure you all know what that is). Meanwhile, the landlady was still passionately kissing and licking my lips, as if she hadn't kissed me in years. A dried-up well can't be filled all at once, haha. At this point, I had already planned my next move: a direct assault on the landlady's full, firm breasts. I personally felt the steps should be from top to bottom: first the lips, then the breasts, then the entrance, just like guys going to a spa for a massage – you lick where you want first, then where you want to go next, the order is crucial.
I gently lifted my hand from her buttocks, wrapped my left arm around her waist, and slowly reached my right hand upwards. It proved the saying true: a woman in heat is both terrifying and adorable. The female boss seemed to know I was going to touch her breasts, and deliberately leaned her chest forward, making them incredibly curvaceous. My right hand slowly moved from her waist to her high breasts. Damn, this felt amazing! Even through the highly elastic bra, I could still feel the pride and roundness of her breasts. The breasts I had longed for for dozens of hours were finally mine. My hand continued to move to the upper part of her breasts where the bra wasn't covering them. The boss let out a soft moan, and I knew she was very aroused. Her tongue was no longer just in my mouth; it moved to my face, nose, neck, and my most sensitive spot—my ears. At the same time, I recklessly reached my hand under her chest from the side to fondle her snow-white breasts. Even in the dim light, I could still see the whiteness of her breasts and the faint outline of her nipples. I felt my hand was obscuring her face from above, so I immediately changed course, gently sliding down to her stomach, lifting her tank top, and moving my hand up and inside. The landlady was already panting heavily, which I knew was from excitement. She kept kissing me, and I was almost overwhelmed by her kisses; my erection was already 180 degrees. I had already reached under her bra, but I hadn't expected her bra to fit so well. It was completely sealed shut, and I couldn't lift it up. At this point, I was sure she was fully aware of my thoughts and actions. She then said something that almost made me ejaculate again. "Darling, help me unhook it from behind." I believe the highest level of a woman's arousal isn't about how seductive her body movements are, but about how much her words can provoke your emotions. I had already reached under her bra, but I didn't expect the female boss's bra to fit so well; it was completely tight underneath, I couldn't lift it up. At this moment, I believe the female boss was very clear about my thoughts and actions. She then said something that almost made me ejaculate again. "Darling, help me unhook it from behind." I believe the highest level of a woman's arousal isn't about how seductive her body movements are, but about how much her words can provoke your emotions. Hearing this, I didn't hesitate to unhook her bra from behind. The moment I unhooked it, I felt her nipples sway slightly. Finally, my hands could directly touch the female boss's breasts; there was no longer anything in between. I was so excited that my hands were trembling. I made a desperate move and reached both hands up from under her clothes. Holy crap... the world is full of wonders, and God has actually bestowed upon me a... The landlady, a married woman with children, possessed an absolutely stunning pair of breasts—the legendary "olive breasts"—and I had actually encountered them! What are olive breasts? They're shaped like rugby balls, slightly drool-worthy yet perfectly round and firm. These are the kinds of breasts I usually only see on TV, the kind I can only drool over in adult films. Now, I held them firmly in my hands, constantly teasing and kneading her erect nipples. I could feel her body trembling; nipples are a very sensitive area for women, and I'm sure everyone knows what hard nipples mean. She could only release her burning desire through her trembling body and endless kisses. She kept whispering in my ear, "Darling, you make me so happy." Then she'd lick my earlobe with her tongue. At that moment, my own heat was no less than hers. Holding the two best "artifacts" in my hands, my ears were being constantly licked and kissed by the seductive landlady, and I felt myself about to ejaculate again; a little fluid had already seeped out. If we didn't attack the cave soon, my brothers would laugh at me again. I had already planned my final assault: a direct assault on the heart of the enemy. I had even imagined my position: I would pounce from behind, grabbing her breasts with my left hand and caressing her thighs and labia with my right. Just thinking about it made me feel incredibly horny; adultery was no crime. Looking at her, she was already moaning uncontrollably. In this quiet, dark corner, her cries sounded like a wildcat in heat. My hand slipped inside her pantyhose, directly touching her incredibly elastic buttocks. As it wandered around, I realized the landlady was wearing a thong—just a single thread at the back. Even those selling health products wear sex toys, huh? She was probably really close to climaxing from what I was doing. She breathed heavily in my ear and said, "Darling, pinch my nipples, pinch them~." Upon hearing this, I almost ejaculated again. It's true what they say when emotions run high; you can say anything. With my left hand, I was rubbing her nipples, while my right hand was already touching her vulva. I honestly can't think of any words to describe the emotions I felt at that moment. I can only tell you that the feeling of having an affair in the wild is like riding a rollercoaster, with ups and downs. No amount of words can adequately describe it; you'll have to experience it for yourself. I don't want to continue writing it like a pornographic novel; I can't stand it anymore. So, I'll use a more straightforward approach from now on.
I gently stroked her vulva with my right hand, feeling its intense heat; it was already overflowing. I extended my middle finger and inserted it. At that moment, the female boss suddenly jumped back to her feet. Her face, which had been so lost in passion, suddenly felt like it was back in reality. She tried to push my shoulders away with both hands, repeatedly telling me nervously and frantically, "Don't do this, it really won't work." She reached for my hands, but by this point I was at my breaking point and couldn't resist any longer. In my completely frenzied state, how could I care about her resistance? I thought that as long as I kept pressing my advantage, this slutty boss would eventually give in to me again. But I gradually felt her resistance growing stronger, and then she was completely squatting on the ground, so I had to pull my hands away. I placed my hands on her back and gently asked her, "Honey, what's wrong?" When she saw that I had pulled my hands away, she slowly stood up, and I noticed that her eyes were a little red, as if she was about to cry. She told me, "This isn't good, it's really not good." At that moment, I seemed to understand. A respectable woman can have passion with you, and she can kiss and caress you, but their final psychological and moral bottom line is marriage. Because once she sleeps with you or has sex with you, it means that she will carry the thought of betraying her marriage for the rest of her life. So at this point, passion alone is not enough; you also need to carefully and patiently care for and seduce her. I suddenly realized that seduction is a very important art. Then I gently pulled her into my arms and said tenderly and apologetically, "Darling, I'm sorry, I was wrong." As I spoke, I stroked her hair. She gently hugged me back and said, "I can't accept it yet, I'm sorry." I said, "It's okay, darling, as long as you know I love you, that's enough." It was definitely cheesy... After saying that, she hugged my hand tightly, as if afraid of losing something. Actually, at that moment, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt. I felt it was wrong to do this to a married woman. She also had a family and children. If feelings really developed, the consequences would probably be tragic. Thinking of this, my earlier impulse completely disappeared. I patted her head: "I'll take you home." She hummed in agreement, straightened her clothes, and walked with me out of the market—a place we would probably never forget for the rest of our lives.

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