My ambiguous relationship with the finance department manager (1-11)

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【My Ambiguous Relationship with the Finance Department Sister ①】

The company organized a trip, and a senior woman from the finance department hitched a ride with me. A young man from my department named Xiao Li was also in the car. Halfway there, she asked me to stop somewhere. I stopped the car, and she opened the door and quickly ran to a ditch beside the highway. I guessed she went to relieve herself.
We waited in the car for about twenty minutes, but she didn't come back. I said to Xiao Li, "Go check why she hasn't come yet." He said, "She's probably gone to relieve herself. It's not convenient to look." I joked, "If I weren't here, you probably would have gone to peek." He looked at me awkwardly. Just then, my phone rang.
I answered; it was the senior woman calling. She asked me to come over. After hanging up, I thought, "This guy is so careless. He probably didn't bring any toilet paper." I grabbed some and went out. Xiao Li looked at me with a mischievous grin. I ignored him and prepared to get out of the car to see what my respected senior woman needed.
Let me tell you about this woman. She's quite pretty. Although she's about 35 and has been married for seven or eight years, she looks like a newlywed. She's very beautiful, with fair skin and a decent figure. She's a bit conservative when it comes to clothing; I've never seen her wear skirts or shorts, not even the company-issued business suits. She greets her colleagues politely, but they don't really talk much.
When I came down from the ravine, I saw her squatting there. Strangely, she had completely taken off her jeans and was only wearing white underwear—or rather, boxer shorts. I asked, "Can I come over here?" She shyly replied, "Could you...could you come help me?"
I went over. The messy scene led me to guess that she must have somehow soiled her jeans after finishing, and there was a lot of it. She then took off her jeans and tried to wipe it with toilet paper, but there was too much to clean, so she called me for help.
I asked her what happened, and she said a bug had startled her, causing her to lose her balance, and then… just as I suspected. Poor woman! I felt a pang of sadness looking at her pants; they were disgusting. She asked if I had any women's jeans in the car. I replied curtly, "I don't do car sex often, why would I keep women's jeans in the car?" She seemed embarrassed, realizing she might have asked the wrong question.
Her face was flushed. Looking at her plump, white legs as she squatted there, I thought, "Wow, they're so white, they must feel amazing to touch." She noticed my lecherous gaze, perhaps embarrassed because she needed something from me. She pretended not to see me looking at her and said, "Please help me think of something, I don't know what to do."
I looked at the jeans on the ground; only the bottom was dirty. They could probably be turned into shorts. I asked if that was okay, and she reluctantly agreed. I handed her the Swiss Army knife and the pants. She tried them out but said she didn't know how to use them, so I had to do it myself. The pants really smelled bad. Just as I was about to cut, I thought I'd play a trick on her, so I cut off both pant legs cleanly, right up to the crotch. Then I used the tool on the knife to roughen the edges. I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction and handed it to her.
When she saw the short pants, she looked like she was about to cry. She asked me why I made them so short, how could she wear them? It was so embarrassing! I said helplessly, "It's because there was a lot of poop on the pants, so I had no choice but to cut them like this. Besides, I've never done this before. The first time I didn't cut them evenly, so I cut off another circle."
She had no choice but to wear it like this, but tragedy struck. It wasn't even as long as her white boxer shorts! Where did she buy those? They were ridiculously long! A sliver of white underwear was showing outside her shorts. Seeing this, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. She snapped at me, "Couldn't you have left a little more when you trimmed it? Look, my underwear is showing!"
I said, "That's easy, just take off your underwear, and I'll alter it into a thong." She retorted, "You're vulgar!" I ignored her, but she had no better option than to agree to alter the underwear as well. She told me to turn around and start taking off my pants again, but tragedy struck again. While she was taking off all her pants, she lost her balance on one leg and fell. I instinctively turned around and saw her white buttocks sitting on the ground. Seeing her pained expression, I went over to help her up.
As I helped her, I admired her genitals. Damn, not much pubic hair, but neatly grown, and surprisingly, a perfect "bun" shape. I really wanted to taste it, but I resisted. She seemed to be in a lot of pain, completely oblivious to the fact that I had already thoroughly admired her genitals. I helped her sit on a tree stump, squatted down to pick up her underwear—this angle offered an even better view of her private parts. Wow, they were so pink and tender! If I didn't know her age, I wouldn't have guessed she was a married middle-aged woman.
Just as I was enjoying the view, my phone rang again. It was Xiao Li. He said, "Boss, are you two hooking up? I've been waiting in the car for over half an hour. But don't worry, I'll hitch a ride with another company car on the way. You can continue." While I was on the phone, she finally noticed my gaze fixed intently on her private parts. She wanted to yell at me but was afraid Xiao Li would hear, so she covered her private parts with both hands, glaring at me fiercely. If looks could kill, I believe I would have already died.
After hanging up the phone, she seemed about to get angry, but she held back. She asked me to quickly alter her underwear, and solemnly told me not to alter it into a thong. Of course, I didn't dare; if I angered her, it would be so awkward when we saw each other again. So I just altered it into briefs and handed it to her. She was about to reach for it, but both her hands were covering her private parts. I took the opportunity to grab her small feet and slip the underwear inside. Her face was flushed, and she stared at me without moving. The underwear was already pulled up to her thighs, and our faces were almost touching. Suddenly, she pulled her hands away and covered her eyes, saying, "You're despicable, shameless, and taking advantage of me in this vulnerable state."
It turned out that without my noticing, I had actually gotten an erection; I hadn't even realized it myself, and she had seen it. I was actually sexually aroused by a woman ten years older than me. Reason made me turn away. After a while, she put on her modified underwear and trousers and walked towards the car. I followed her. This woman usually dressed too conservatively, and these shorts perfectly showcased her beautiful lower body. If I didn't know she had been married for many years and was a middle-aged woman, I would have taken her right there and then.
Once in the car, she said, "Why don't we just go back? I'm not used to wearing shorts, and besides, there are so many people from the company; we can't let them see." I turned the car around and drove back, saying, "We can't let them see; what if I do?" She angrily raised her small fist and hit me, saying, "I haven't settled accounts with you yet! You keep telling me what you saw!" She didn't seem as angry as before; women are strange. I teased her, saying, "It's very beautiful, but I haven't seen the upper half." She said, "You wish! You want to see more? Fine, I'll show you, and then I'll gouge your eyes out with a knife."
I joked, "I'd still like to see, even if it means getting my eyes gouged out." She ignored me. I glanced at her upper body, guessing she was hiding something. Unfortunately, she didn't reveal it. She saw my lecherous look and was probably cursing me as a pervert, but she refrained from doing so.
She ignored me and actually lay down on the back seat to sleep. I stopped when we got to the city, intending to wake her and ask where she lived, but when I looked back, she was fast asleep, wearing super short shorts that revealed her snow-white thighs. She was so beautiful. The shorts were so short that as she slept, I could see her pink vulva through the legs. I had already mentally raped her many times. Suddenly, I remembered to take pictures, so I took out my phone, put it on silent, and snapped many photos of her beautiful legs from various angles, including many suggestive close-ups.
Just as I put my phone away, she suddenly woke up. Seeing me leaning over the middle of the front seat staring at her, she sat up and noticed the bulge in my pants. She gave me a mischievous grin and said she'd take me to XX neighborhood. After dropping me off, she said she needed to go home and tidy up, and that she'd definitely thank me properly another day. Then she got out of the car and left. My brain was racing, and in no time I'd come up with dozens of ways for her to thank me.
I set up a tent for her twice today, and she happened to see both times. This usually aloof older sister actually seemed a little flirtatious with me. Is it really something, or am I just overthinking it? Looking at the doorway where she disappeared, I felt a pang of disappointment. Sigh, I need to hurry back and encrypt those photos and save them.
[My Flirtatious Relationship with the Finance Department Sister ②] 　　After taking her home in
[My Flirtatious Relationship with the Finance Department Sister ①] , everyone went to work as usual. 　I still greeted her when we met at work, but otherwise, we didn't interact much. Occasionally, I'd take out 　the photos I secretly took of her that day. It's such a waste that she has such beautiful, fair legs; her clothes 　are still so conservative. 　　One day, I received news that she was going on a business trip to X city for two days. Hearing this, I 　started thinking, this is an opportunity. I must plan carefully and try 　to spark something more with her. Because when I saw her fair legs 　compared to her pink breasts, I was already unsettled, just keeping it well hidden. 　　To avoid suspicion, I left for my business trip a day early, telling the company it was to 　a city near X city. I flew there, booked a hotel for three days 　, got the invoices, and then took a bus to X city overnight. After breakfast, I took a 　taxi to the airport, hoping to bump into my older sister there. 　　Sure enough, my efforts paid off. I waited from 8:00 AM until 11:30 AM, and finally 　saw her through the glass. I quickly turned around, facing away from the door 　, and pretended to be on the phone. I guessed she was about to walk up to me when I suddenly started talking loudly 　. Sure enough, she noticed me and stopped a short distance away. 　　I pretended to talk for a couple more minutes, then hung up and said, "Big sister, what a coincidence! 　What brings you here?" She looked at me, puzzled, and said, "I'm here on a business trip. I saw the business trip application you submitted, 　but it's not here. What are you doing here?" Oh dear, I forgot about that! All documents 　need to go to finance. 　　I said, "I got there, but my client said we should meet here instead. I 　just met him this morning, and then I ran into you after dropping him off at the airport." (After saying this, 　I realized a big mistake—why was I dropping someone off at the exit? Luckily, the woman didn't realize it.) Then I 　said, "Let's go have lunch together." 　　We took a taxi to a restaurant in the city, and I started ordering. While I was ordering, 　she said, "No, that's enough. Any more and it'll exceed the company's reimbursement limit." 　I told her, "Don't worry, ma'am, this is on me." To my surprise, she said, "Little brat 　, spending money like this before you're even married!" and snatched the menu, handing it to the waiter. I 　was a little stunned. I'm a manager, after all; how did she become a little brat? 　　But she's about ten years older than me, so I couldn't really say anything. During the meal 　, we chatted about some trivial things, and I didn't dare cross any lines. After 　lunch, she said she was going to the hotel she had booked and told me to do as I pleased. Of course, I insisted on staying, 　saying I didn't have anything planned for the day and would help her put her luggage at the hotel. 　　She didn't object. The weather in X city was a bit hot, but my older sister's 　conservative long-sleeved shirt and trousers were completely out of place with the city's short-sleeved shirts and shorts. No, I 　couldn't forget my purpose. I quickly came up with a terrible idea: since it was hot, I'd take her to 　the bus stop, preferably a short walk of about two miles, 　　and see if she'd take her clothes off if she got too hot. I quickly led her to the bus stop, checked the route and found the bus number. When 　the bus arrived, I took her on board. It was full, so we stood. At the next stop 　, the doors opened, and many people got on. I was so happy! We were squeezed to the back door 　near a metal box; she leaned against the box, and I stood facing her. 　　The next stop was even more crowded, squeezing us right next to each other. She leaned against her 　suitcase, and I leaned against her, our bodies pressed together. I was secretly delighted 　; the crowds were amazing! But I muttered, "Why are there so many people? I should have just 　taken a taxi." She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Idiot, taxi fares are reimbursable." 　　Of course I knew that, but that was exactly what I wanted. Being so close to her, I could feel 　that her breasts were definitely well-endowed and full—I hoped they weren't padded 　. Her skin was naturally fair, but the heat and our intimate position made 　her face increasingly red, and she started sweating profusely. 　　I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but I also started sweating, until I was drenched in sweat. I was more than half a head taller than her, and sweat dripped down my chin. I felt my sweat running onto her face; she tried to avoid it, but her head had limited space, so she could only turn it to one side. 　　On this side, her white neck was exposed at the collar, along with the pink bra straps, which aroused my endless fantasies. I felt my blood circulation quicken, and I sweated more, resulting in sweat dripping directly onto her exposed neck. I was so excited, fantasizing as if I were ejaculating all over her. 　　As a result, I got aroused, and my erection was pressing against her little hole through two layers of pants. She felt it too, but didn't say anything. She simply bent one leg and pushed me away, but my little brother was still swelling. I really wanted to masturbate, but I didn't know how to do it. 　　Her leg seemed to get tired and straightened up again, and I naturally pressed against her again. We remained in this stalemate for two stops. After getting off the bus, she pointed at my crotch and said, "Look at you, aren't you ashamed? Don't walk with me." I looked down and saw that my crotch was wet, and the erection was so obvious. 　　I quickly moved my handbag in front to block the view. After walking about 500 meters, we arrived at her booked hotel. We went into the room and put down her luggage. We were both drenched in sweat; she must have been even hotter than me. She said she was going to take a shower, took a small bag from her purse, and went into the bathroom. The crisp sound of the door locking made my heart ache.　　　Bored, I watched TV in the room, thinking about my older sister's behavior. I figured I wouldn't get away with it. About twenty minutes later, she came out, wrapped in a bath towel. You might think it would be very sexy, but it wasn't. She was wearing two bath towels, from her armpits to her knees, and a towel draped over her shoulders. I couldn't understand how she managed to cover herself so perfectly. However, even with her wet hair, fair face, and bare feet, she still looked somewhat sexy. 　　After she came out, she politely asked me, "Are you going to wash up? If not..." Before she could finish, I said, "Yes," and ran into the bathroom. I didn't lock the door, because I knew I really wanted her to come in, but she wouldn't. She stood in the room looking bewildered, staring angrily at the closed bathroom door. This person really has a thick skin.

The older woman suddenly remembered that her clothes, including her underwear, were still inside, so she knocked on the door and said, "Can't you come out for a bit? I need to tidy up my things before you shower." As soon as I came in, I saw her clothes, but because it was so hot, I stripped myself naked before examining them. Hearing her knock, I casually said, "The door's unlocked." She opened the door and saw me standing naked in the bathroom, then yelled, "Why did you call me in without clothes on?" and slammed the door shut and ran
away. The funny thing was, I said the door was unlocked, but I didn't ask you to come in, so how could she blame me? I turned on the tap, and the water was running, but instead of showering, I started examining her clothes. I picked up her pink bra; it was made of very thin fabric, and the padding was also very thin. It seemed she had real breasts, not padding, pressed on on the bus today—they must be quite large. I smelled it; there was a hint of sweat mixed with her faint body fragrance. I really wanted to possess it, but that was unlikely; why would she give it to me?
Looking at her discarded cotton panties, I noticed they were incredibly wet. I picked them up and smelled them – it smelled like her vaginal fluid. Then I looked at her jeans; the crotch area was also wet. I finally understood why my pants were wet – it was from her vaginal fluid! How much water must have dripped there? My gaze suddenly fell on something on the corner of the sink – an electric vibrator. I picked it up and smelled it again; it still smelled like her vaginal fluid. She'd probably just used it and hadn't had time to wash it. A
wicked thought crossed my mind. I turned on the vibrator and rubbed it against my penis, imagining her vagina servicing me. Lost in thought, I ejaculated. Then I casually put the vibrator on the sink, grabbed her bra to wipe my penis, and took a cold shower. Looking at my clothes, they reeked of sweat and were unwearable. She'd used all the towels, leaving only a single towel. Be bolder. For the sake of sexual pleasure, you have to sacrifice your colleague relationship. Risking her getting angry, I came out with only a towel covering my genitals.
She was surprised to see me like that and said, "You pervert, why are you out here naked?" Then she grabbed a large towel and threw it at me. I was also surprised to see her because she was wearing a yellow gauze dress, which wasn't sexy, but it was much prettier than her usual outfit. I instinctively reached out and caught the large towel she threw at me, then stared at her dumbfounded, not noticing that the towel had fallen off when I reached out.
Fantasizing about the world under her yellow gauze dress, my penis was already standing at attention. She didn't scold me. Looking at my slightly defined muscles and my erect penis, she paused for a moment, then told me that my towel had fallen off, and went into the bathroom. Damn it, I was so focused on having fun that I think her bra still has my semen on it. She's definitely going to scold me now.
Oh well, I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I grabbed a bath towel and made myself a skirt, haha, then sat on the sofa watching TV as if nothing had happened. My older sister went to the bathroom and saw her bra was a mess. She picked up a vibrator and smelled it—it'd been used before too. But then she thought about the scene she'd just witnessed: a rather handsome young man, not very muscular, but not too much fat either, and that erect penis. She wondered what it would feel like to be with this vibrator.
Lost in thought, she stopped thinking I was being lewd, because she felt herself getting wet again. I cleaned up the vibrator and put it away, then gathered both of our clothes together, thinking about how I'd tease her this time. Last time she'd teased me so embarrassingly. My older sister came out carrying her clothes, told me she needed to go to the office to get a business card to replace her room key for the power outlet, and then left with her small bag and room key.
Damn, she completely ignored me and didn't even yell at me. I didn't want to think about it too much; I needed to get my clothes sorted out, I needed to wear them later. When I went into the bathroom, I was stunned—where were my clothes? She must have packed them up with hers, probably sent them to the dry cleaners. I quickly called her; I couldn't stay naked forever. Oh no, my phone and wallet were in my clothes! This was terrible.
Coming out of the bathroom, I saw her suitcase on the floor. I went to see what was inside. Opening it, I found it full of her own clothes: a skirt, two tops, and even the shorts I'd altered for her last time. Looking closer, I realized she'd reworked them herself; the frayed edges were neatly finished, and she'd even added a few distressed holes. It looked like a ready-made pair of hot pants! I didn't expect her craftsmanship to be so good.
But no matter how I looked, I couldn't find anything I could wear. Never mind, I was feeling a bit tired, so I went to bed and took a nap. I was sleeping soundly, dreaming that my older sister was licking my big penis. Wow, it felt so good! I wished this dream would never end. But after a few minutes, I felt something was wrong. It wasn't a dream; it felt like my penis was being licked by something. The wet feeling was so real; no dream could compare.
Could it really be my older sister? I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid of startling her and losing this emperor-like enjoyment. I clearly felt someone giving me oral sex. The sound, the warmth, the feeling—it was real. I continued to pretend to be asleep while enjoying this superior service.
I felt my blanket being pulled up from underneath. My older sister was kneeling between my legs, spread out in a starfish shape. I never expected my older sister to be so proactive, secretly giving me oral sex. Her technique was amazing; her soft lips swallowed my big penis up and down, and she would occasionally stroke it with her smooth little hands. Under my older sister's powerful yet gentle onslaught, I ejaculated, feeling my semen gush out until the last drop was gone. Then, suddenly, her warm little mouth sucked on my slightly limp penis a few times.
End of paragraph two...
[My Ambiguous Relationship with the Finance Department Sister ③]
Following [My Ambiguous Relationship with the Finance Department Sister ②] , where
I enjoyed being sucked quite a bit last time, let's continue the story...
The sister gently sucked on my penis a few times, then got up to cover me with the blanket.
Then I heard footsteps fading away, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. This sister is really
shy; why did she leave? I opened my eyes, touched my penis,
and made sure I wasn't dreaming.
I got up and turned on the TV for a while, but still didn't hear the sister come in. I wanted
to call her, but my phone wasn't with me, so I decided to ignore her and continue watching TV
. While watching TV, I reminisced about her gentleness. I never expected her to be
so secretly flirtatious, haha.
Just then, there was a knock at the hotel door. I thought it was the older woman, but
a male waiter came in. He handed me a form with a service fee of 200
yuan on it and asked me to sign it. I figured it was probably for dry cleaning; 200
yuan for just a few items. I signed my name and asked when the clothes would be ready. He hesitated
for a moment, then said, "I'll go down and ask for you," and left.
A long time passed, and no one came. It was getting dark, and I was starving. Finally
, the door rang, and the older woman came in with her room key, carrying a bag of clothes.
She tossed the bag to me and said, "Here, wear these clothes, let's go eat together. " I was
so touched! I said to her, "You're so kind, you're so considerate."
She gave a strange "oh" and went into the bathroom. I took out the clothes she had bought for me
and looked at them. It was a red t-shirt. I put it on, and it fit me fairly well
. She really has good taste. Then she took out a pair of tight black briefs.
After putting them on, they really showed off her curves and all sorts of shapes were visible inside.
Then she pulled out a pair of blue denim shorts (upon closer inspection, I was stunned; these were actually
shorts altered from a pair of jeans, clearly made by a tailor).
This was my older sister's revenge. What man wears such shorts? How could I possibly
go out wearing this? This is my older sister coming out of the bathroom.
She noticed my t-shirt looked quite good on me, then saw my
tight underwear underneath, the shape of my "weapons" visible through it. She couldn't help but laugh and
said, "Oh dear, the underwear seems to be too small. Just make do." I said, "The underwear fits perfectly
, but what happened to these jeans?"
She said, "Well, I bought a whole pair, but somehow
I got the legs dirty, so I went to a tailor and had them altered like this, just like you did. I don't
need to ask, you'll definitely like this style." I was speechless. This was blatant revenge!
Fine, considering how kind you were to me earlier, I'll let it slide.
Wearing these denim shorts, they fit me well, but they exposed my entire thighs, making me
feel a bit creepy, especially since nobody in this city knew me. She
then pulled my wallet and phone out of her bag and gave them to me, saying, "I
'll borrow the money in your wallet for now, I'll pay you back when we get back."

I was thinking of going out to buy some pants, but it seems she tricked me. I didn't even ask when I could pick up my dry-cleaned clothes; I knew it wouldn't be there anyway. We left the hotel together and went to a hot pot restaurant. A lot of people gave me strange looks along the way, but it's okay, I'm thick-skinned.
After we finished eating, the woman said she had to go back to the hotel and wanted to send me away. I stubbornly insisted on chatting with her, saying, "Look, our relationship isn't ordinary, let me buy you a drink." In my mind, I was thinking, "You've already taken my cock, and now you think you can just kick me out like that?"
After much coaxing and pleading, she agreed to let me find a place to sit for a while. We found a small bar and sat down in a quiet corner. I ordered a bottle of red wine, poured myself a glass, and then poured one for her too. At first, she said she couldn't drink, that she didn't drink, but she eventually gave in and said
she'd only have one glass. After a few sips, her face turned rosy and looked quite pretty, so I complimented her, saying her rosy cheeks were cute and beautiful. She seemed pleased with my compliment and quickly finished her glass. I then offered to pour her another drink, but she wouldn't budge. I had no choice but to get her a soft drink.
We chatted for a while longer when her phone rang. She picked it up, saw it was her husband, and quickly ran outside to answer it. I idly drank my wine, looking at the many pretty young women sitting in the bar. I realized I was being a jerk, trying to seduce this stubborn older woman. I should just get rid of her and find another prey.
About half an hour later, my older sister came back. At first, I didn't notice anything unusual about her; she was just silent and didn't like to talk, constantly sipping her drink. Upon closer inspection, I realized that not only was her face flushed from drinking, but it looked like she had been crying. Had her husband scolded her? For some reason, I felt a little happy.
But I still asked her with concern, "Are you alright?" She didn't say anything. Seeing her sipping that large glass of drink made me annoyed; I had to force her to drink more. I deliberately ate some snacks on the table, popped a chili pepper into my mouth, and chewed it a few times—damn, it was really spicy! Then I snatched her drink and downed it in one gulp.
Even though it was fake, I really ate the chili pepper. After finishing the drink, my mouth still felt a little off. She stared at me with a strange taste in her mouth, but didn't seem to be trying to comfort me. I endured the spiciness and said, "Sorry, it was really too spicy just now. I finished your drink, and I can't finish this alcohol either. Have some more."
Seeing that she didn't say no, I refilled her glass and pushed it towards her. She mechanically stuck her mouth into the glass and slowly sipped the red wine. So easily intoxicated, I let her drink again! She didn't say anything, so I slowly drank my own wine. After she finished, I refilled her glass. She ended up drinking four glasses in total.
Then she slumped onto the table without saying a word. I shook her, but she didn't move; she was clearly drunk. After paying the bill, I carried her out of the bar, then took a taxi back to her hotel. I put her on the bed, but she didn't react. She was really drunk. It's all my fault for being so heartless and letting her drink so much; what am I going to do now that she's drunk?
I carefully helped her remove her skirt, finally revealing her full upper body. A pair of large, white breasts were encased in her thin bra, making me erect. I wanted to unhook her bra, but after placing my hand on the clasp several times, I finally withdrew it. A gentleman shouldn't take advantage of someone in such a state.
However, I still took a few photos of her wearing only a bra and panties before finally covering her with the blanket. I turned around to pour her a glass of water, and she rolled over in bed, ripping off her bra so badly the hooks were torn, before continuing to sleep on her side.
I never expected her to have this natural sleeping posture. I squatted down beside her and saw her two big breasts, so white and large, and quite pink. I reached out and touched them; they were soft. I wanted to try them with my mouth, but her sleeping position made it inconvenient, so I carefully turned her body back to her normal position. I was so lucky
! These breasts were definitely comparable to the ones in "All the Way to the West"—white and large, and the nipples weren't even black. They were really well-maintained. I played with her breasts, touching them a few times and then licking them. Damn, it felt so good! My hands and mouth were satisfied, but my big cock was still hungry.
After countless internal struggles, I ultimately didn't act like a beast. The reason was that my older sister was asleep, and I couldn't know her wishes. If she were awake, I definitely would have forced myself on her. As long as she didn't strongly resist me, it would have been successful. But now that she was asleep, it wouldn't be right to force myself
on her. I took out my phone and took pictures of her two amazing breasts, then covered my older sister with the blanket and went into the bathroom. I took off my pants and, while looking at the pictures of my older sister on my phone, masturbated, fantasizing about the feeling of her giving me a blowjob during the day. About ten minutes later, I ejaculated, and the entire
toilet seat was covered in my semen. But at this crucial moment, my older sister came in. She saw me holding my degraded weapon in one hand and a phone with her own nude photos on it in the other. She looked at the toilet seat and said, "You're disgusting." Then, without any hesitation, she took off her underwear and sat on the toilet, urinating loudly.
The woman was still shirtless, but she didn't seem embarrassed at all in front of me. I was so regretful; why didn't I wait a little longer? I'd just finished masturbating when she woke up, still completely unsuspecting. After she finished urinating, she acted like I wasn't there and went back to bed, leaving me in the bathroom cursing myself for being so impulsive.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw her lying on the bed, her beautiful shoulder exposed, looking at me. I sidled up to her, lifted half the blanket, and slipped inside. She didn't object. I asked her if she knew how I got back to the hotel from the bar. She said she did, and even described what I'd done after entering the hotel room.
I was stunned again. She'd been faking it. I really regretted not just sleeping with her. But what she said next made me happy: she said, "You're a good man. If you had tried to rape me while I was sleeping, you would have succeeded. But afterwards, we'd be strangers. I won't consider you a friend anymore."
But aside from being a little mischievous, you didn't do anything inappropriate while I was asleep. You're a good person. As long as you don't mind my body, you can have it whenever you want. Oh my god, no way! Thank goodness I didn't do anything to you just now. Does this mean I can do whatever I want to you in the future?
Overjoyed, I rolled over and pressed myself against her, my face pressed against her full breasts. She then said, "But not now. Let's talk about it after I get a divorce." Hearing she was getting a divorce, my interest waned, and I began to listen to her sad story.
It turned out she and her husband had been married for seven years, but he had always loved another woman. His mother had favored her and insisted they marry. After the marriage, she tried to win his heart and make him forget the other woman, but she failed.
Her husband's mother had passed away, and she no longer had the means to maintain the marriage. She would be finalizing the divorce soon. After hearing her tragic story, I felt great sympathy for her. Although I didn't know what role I played, I held her in my arms, stroking her hair. And so, she peacefully fell asleep in my arms.
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains onto us. I opened my eyes and found her staring at me like I was a monster. I asked her what she was looking at, and she said, "Looking at a big idiot," then lifted the covers and started getting dressed. After she finished dressing, she saw my erect penis.
She grasped it with her small hand, and I thought she was going to give me a handjob again. Just as I was about to enjoy it, she pinched my penis and said, "This damn thing is staring at me first thing in the morning, keeping me awake." Then she got up to get her underwear.
I pulled her back onto the bed and pinned her down, my penis pressed against her vulva. I felt how wet she was, and after a few strokes at the entrance, I was about to insert it when she suddenly asked me seriously, "Do you want to do it once or many times?"
My penis was already halfway in, and it felt so good inside her. Seeing her serious expression, I knew she was serious. She's a very devoted person, and I respect her. I'm sure she won't treat me badly in the future. I cheekily kissed her and said, "I just came to scout things out first."
Then I slowly withdrew my penis from her warm, wet vagina, and she continued getting dressed. I didn't want to wear those weird denim shorts from yesterday anymore. I asked her if her dry-cleaned clothes were ready, and she said they'd be delivered soon. After she finished washing up, her phone rang, and she went out.
A few minutes later, she came back with yesterday's clothes. I found my clothes and put them on. She put her clothes away in a box. I suddenly remembered that my pants were wet yesterday. I was surprised that her water could have penetrated her jeans and soaked mine.
I said to her, "Can you help me understand something?" She agreed, so I asked her why my crotch was wet yesterday. She was surprised I asked her that question, but she still answered it for me. She lifted her skirt, revealing white cotton panties.
I didn't know what she was going to do, but I didn't think it was anything bad. She took a towel and placed it outside her panties, then had me press my hand against her vulva through the towel. After three to five minutes, her panties were wet, the towel was wet, and my hand felt damp too—she was amazing.
She told me that as soon as she touched anything hard, she would quickly become wet. I felt like I'd struck gold; she was a very wet woman. I was so looking forward to our future together. After the experiment, she changed her panties before leaving, saying she had some business to attend to, and I was also going back to the city where I was on a business trip.
We went to check out of the room, but when we checked out, besides the room fee, there was a 200 yuan service fee. The older woman was confused about what the fee was. After asking, she found out it was for hiring a prostitute. She said, "How could that be? You must have made a mistake. I was with him the whole time, how could that be?" The hotel staff produced a receipt with my signature on it, but she still didn't believe it. Finally, they used the walkie-talkie to call someone to find the person who had provided services the day before.
After a while, a woman came. She was dark-skinned, short, and had a face full of acne. She said, "I was the one who provided services yesterday." The older woman looked at the woman, then at me. She didn't believe me, and neither did I. The woman then blurted out, "Oh, right, yesterday I also saw a black suitcase in your room. It had an airport baggage check-in slip on it, it seemed to say xx airport."
When I heard xx airport, wasn't that the city where the older woman and I lived? I blurted out, "Was that you yesterday?" The woman said, "Of course it was me. You had your fun and now you're denying it?" The woman's face immediately changed. She pointed at me angrily and said, "I thought you wouldn't do something like this. I trusted you, but you...
you're a monster! I was blind to think you were a good person. Turns out you actually hired a prostitute, and such a 'special' one at that! Fine, I treated you to a good time. Our relationship ends here. Don't bother me again!" She threw the money at the counter and stormed off. I chased after her, but she was already in a taxi. Watching her cry through the window, I felt incredibly sad and wronged. I
rushed back to the front desk to ask what happened. I was certain I hadn't hired a prostitute. Seeing the woman standing there, I asked her again what had happened yesterday. She said, "The hotel told me that what you did was called 'service,' so I went. They also said that guests prefer a low-key experience, and if they don't ask you to do something, don't do it."
Then I went to serve you. When I entered the room, I saw you were sleeping, I wasn't sure if you were pretending, but I didn't care. I pulled back your blanket and started working. I gave you a few blowjobs and you ejaculated. After that, you ignored me and kept pretending to be asleep, so I left. Later, someone came to you to sign a bill. I do remember signing some kind of service fee bill yesterday.
The hotel repeatedly insisted that there was no mistake. Coincidentally, two people came to check out. One went to the front desk, and the other went straight out. The person who went to the front desk got angry at them: "Didn't we arrange for you to send a girl yesterday? How could you forget? My client hasn't been able to wait and is very unhappy."
Damn, finally the truth came out. This guy called for the service for his client, and he even told the girl to follow the client's instructions. I didn't give any instructions, and she finished with her hands and mouth and left. I thought the lady was still pretending to be asleep, causing this big misunderstanding.
I don't know if the hotel made a mistake or if the guy made a mistake, but they both apologized to me. The hotel then gave me 200 yuan, saying, "Sorry, sir, it was our oversight. Consider this service a complimentary gift, and we'll return the money to you." I took the money, and the guy, feeling embarrassed, insisted on treating me to a meal before letting me go.
I reached for my wallet and realized I had no money. Luckily, the hotel had refunded me 200 yuan. I took a bus alone to the city I came from, planning to catch a flight back. My return ticket was booked in advance. I was very upset that the trust I had just built with the older woman had suddenly vanished.
How could I explain it to her? I didn't know. Looking at the explicit photos of her on my phone, I realized I hadn't properly enjoyed such beautiful breasts, and I might never have the chance again. I'll just have to take it one step at a time. Let her calm down first; things will work out in the end.
[My Ambiguous Relationship with the Finance Department Older Woman ④]
Following [My Ambiguous Relationship with the Finance Department Older Woman ③],
because the finance department older woman is the main character in the following story, she is temporarily promoted to the protagonist of this article.
I left the hotel furiously, took a taxi to where I needed to go, and started crying inside. I love my husband so much and don't mind him having other women. I thought my efforts would win his heart, but I was wrong. Living according to his demands didn't bring me the happiness I deserved. Then I
met Xiao Chen from my company (the protagonist in the previous story). I thought he was a nice person, and I felt he might like me, even though I'm ten years older than him. He didn't seem to care. I didn't want to have sex with him too early, not wanting my relationship to be based on sex, but he didn't need to use a prostitute. And if he did, he shouldn't have chosen such an ugly one, and then I found out! How could I possibly save face?
It was already afternoon when I finished my work at the company. I originally planned to buy a plane ticket and fly back, but perhaps because I'd have no one to worry about back home, I bought a ticket for tomorrow morning instead. I wanted to indulge myself a little in this unfamiliar city before heading back. I randomly found a hotel and booked a room. Maybe I was a bit tired from the day, because I actually fell asleep as soon as I got to the room.
When I woke up, it was already 9:30 pm. I picked up the phone to call the front desk to order some food, but looking at the bright lights outside the window, coupled with my unhappiness, I put down the phone and decided to go out to get something to eat and do some fun. I pulled a fitted black mini-skirt out of my suitcase. I remembered that I bought this dress last Valentine's Day when I was shopping alone, but my husband wouldn't let me wear it because he thought it was too sexy.
I put on the dress, looked in the mirror, and saw that my figure was pretty well-maintained, with a nice curve. The dress had a V-neck that revealed a glimpse of cleavage, and my waist was free of any excess fat. I wasn't wearing stockings, which showed off my two fair thighs, which looked quite long in silver high-heeled sandals. I was carrying a small gold handbag.
I went out and found a bar that looked about mid-range. I went inside, found a corner to sit down, ordered a bottle of red wine and some snacks. When the food arrived, I was a little hungry, so I quickly finished off three plates of snacks. Still feeling unsatisfied, I looked up and noticed several people at other tables staring at me strangely. I couldn't understand why they were looking at me like that. I hadn't done anything special.
Just then, a man with his wine glass walked over to me, sat down opposite me, and politely asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, may I sit here?" I found it a little funny. He was already sitting down and was still asking if I could sit. I just said "oh" and ignored him, continuing to eat the scraps left on my snack plate. Feeling a bit thirsty, I put the opened bottle of red wine directly to my lips and gulped down a few mouthfuls (I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance; last time I was just pretending to be drunk).
Putting down the bottle, the man opposite me asked, "Are you Korean?" I asked, puzzled, "Why do you say I'm Korean? Do I look like I've had plastic surgery?" He said, "That's not what I meant. The way you eat and drink is something I've only seen in Korean dramas." My face flushed. I realized I was in an unfamiliar place and in a bad mood, and I hadn't paid attention to my manners, making a fool of myself.
I poured the wine into my glass and said to him, "I'm the 'savage girlfriend,' so if you're scared, stay away from me." The man elegantly took a sip of wine and said, "I long for a 'savage girlfriend' like those on TV." Just then, the waiter placed two plates of snacks on my table. I was about to say I hadn't ordered them when the man politely took out his money and handed it to the waiter, saying thank you.
He pushed the two plates of snacks towards me, saying, "Here you go. You don't seem full yet." I said thank you without ceremony, then devoured the two plates in a flash. I stretched, finally feeling full. Looking at the imposter across from me, he was still drinking with impeccable manners, intently watching me.
Having eaten his food, I chatted casually with him. He said he was here on business, but I didn't tell him I was from out of town, just that I frequented this bar. We chatted for a while, and I finished my drink. Feeling a bit bloated, I told him I needed to use the restroom.
The restrooms here weren't separate by gender; each stall was individual. I randomly picked one, rolled up my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and sat on the toilet, starting to urinate. Suddenly, the door opened, and a man rushed in. I instinctively tried to scream, but he covered my mouth.
He closed and locked the door, then said to me, "I meant no harm. Your phone rang, and I saw it displayed your husband's name. I was worried he'd be anxious, so I took your phone to find you. You probably forgot to lock the door, and it opened easily, and that's how I found you." After explaining, he stared at me blankly, then released his hand from my mouth.
He handed me the phone, and just as I was about to take it, the screen lit up with a text message: "Come back quickly and finalize the divorce." I saw it, and he saw it too. I cried. He looked at me crying, bewildered and at a loss. After a while, he knelt down, placed my head on his shoulder, and gently patted my back.
After a long while, I calmed down and tried to get up. I pushed him away, and the moment I stood up, I realized my legs were numb, and I was about to fall. He caught me in time, preventing me from falling. He then lowered the toilet seat and placed me on it.
He slowly took off my high heels. I didn't know what he was going to do, and I was a little scared, but I didn't scream. I don't know if I was expecting something, but I just let him take off my shoes. He didn't do anything bad; instead, he started massaging my legs and feet, massaging them very comfortably and carefully.
I also enjoyed his technique. I asked him, "How come you massage so well?" He said, "I practice by massaging my husband all the time." I rolled my eyes at him and said, "You have a wife, yet you still come to bars to fool around." He said, "I think men should go out and have fun sometimes; it's good for their mental health. I sometimes indulge myself when I'm on business trips, but I only love my wife. I spend a lot of time with her."
Is he a good man or a bad man? On the one hand, he's a bit of a womanizer; on the other hand, he's better than mine. Maybe no one is perfect. If my husband could love me as much as he does and spend time with me often, I wouldn't mind if he had other women, as long as he remembers that this is his home.
I said, "I didn't expect you to be so devoted even when you're being flirtatious." He massaged my legs for a while until the numbness subsided. He then helped me put on my shoes, helped me stand up, pulled up my underwear, and straightened my skirt. All these actions were performed as if he were doing them to his wife, seamlessly, without any lewdness.
He opened the door, and we left the restroom and returned to our seats. Suddenly, I felt less like a stranger to this man. We chatted for a while, and seeing that it was already 11:30, we left the bar. He asked how far it was from where I lived and if I needed a ride. I said yes.
He very gentlemanly offered to take me home. I thought to myself, "He's showing his true colors now; he seems to want to make a move on me." Of course, I didn't say I wanted to go to the XX Hotel; I just gave the driver random directions. In the car, he said to me, "You're very charming; it's his loss if he doesn't appreciate you." Then he added, "If I weren't married, I would pursue you."
I saw a residential area by the roadside and called the driver to stop there. I got out of the car, and he followed. I thought he would offer to take me upstairs so I could make my move, but instead he said, "Nice to meet you. Remember to be happy. There's no need to be sad over someone who doesn't care about you. Goodbye."
Then he turned and got back into the car. I walked to a bench and sat down, feeling very uncomfortable. Why is no one willing to take me? My husband doesn't want me, and I've run into this womanizer. I was thinking about how to get rid of him, but he doesn't even seem interested in me or make a move. Just as I was feeling depressed, someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind. I thought, "Oh no, what kind of person have I run into?"
He kissed me on the cheek from behind and whispered in my ear, "You're so beautiful." Then he walked around to the front of the bench and sat next to me. I recognized him—it was the guy from the bar! I said irritably, "You said you didn't want to bother me, so why did you get down here?" He said, "I did want to bother you, but I just wanted to look at the stars, so I came down to look at the stars, and then I ran into you. So, it's not bothering you."
I looked up and saw no stars in the sky. I asked him, "Why aren't you going back? Didn't you have plans to meet up with some pretty girl? You seemed to be in a rush to go back." He said, "There is a pretty girl, right in front of me, but we haven't made plans yet." I said, "You don't seem very interested in me."
He said, "It's not like that. Actually, I was quite interested in you when I came to your table, but then I saw your text message and learned about your situation. I didn't want to take advantage of you when you were upset, and I didn't want to accidentally hurt you even more."
I said, "If you weren't taking advantage of me, why did you come? Don't even mention seeing the stars; there aren't any in the sky." He replied, "How could I not come if you were waiting for me here? This isn't taking advantage of someone; it's consensual." Then he grabbed my lips and started kissing me. Before I could say anything, his tongue silenced my mouth.
He kissed me passionately and experiencedly, from my lips to my neck. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, which slid down to my waist. He buried his face in my chest, and I felt a surge of heat. I let him unhook my bra, and he sucked on my nipples. I was completely defenseless, letting him fondle my breasts.
He whispered in my ear, "Let's find a hotel." I was tempted, but I said, "I can't go back too late. I'll sit here for a while before going upstairs." He seemed disappointed, but this didn't diminish his passion. He laid me down on the bench and continued to fondle my breasts.
After playing for a while, he lifted my skirt and touched me through my underwear. His hand was wet. He said, "You're wasting water." Then he took off my underwear and buried his head between my legs. He actually kissed my genitals! I shuddered because my husband had never done this with me before.
He caught this signal from my body and licked and sucked my genitals even more vigorously. I felt like he was drinking all the fluid I was producing. He licked very hard, and I felt very good. His mouth felt so much better than a vibrator. He would lick my clitoris, then his tongue would go inside, then he would stick his fingers in and play with them inside, while his mouth continued to lick outside.
I couldn't help but writhe, moaning uncontrollably. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, but I couldn't stop the whimpering. Suddenly, a beam of light shone onto the bench we were on. I tensed up and squeezed my legs together, trapping his head between them. A warm stream gushed from my genitals, like a mountain spring erupting. I tried to cover my upper body, but I was too weak to move.
He was below me, his face wet as if he'd just washed his hair, unable to move because my legs were clamped around him. The flashlight shone elsewhere. We were probably the security guards from the complex. After they left, I released my legs. He looked up, looking embarrassed. I weakly said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened." He
wasn't angry. Instead, he came over, unzipped his pants, and said, "It's your turn to serve me." Then he took my hand and, through his pants, touched his hard penis. I had an orgasm, feeling great but also guilty. My body has only ever been touched by my husband, and Xiao Chen has only seen me, never touched me. But this stranger in front of me, I actually had an orgasm, a really wet one, something that's never happened before.
This guilt grew stronger, and I sat up and said, "The security guards in my building saw me! How can I face anyone now?" He realized his mistake and said, "I'm sorry, I got too carried away." I grabbed my purse and left, straightening my clothes as I went. I stopped behind a building and realized I'd forgotten my bra and panties in my haste.
I waited for over ten minutes, then went back to the bench. He wasn't there anymore. I used my phone's flashlight to look for my bra and panties, but couldn't find them. The large wet patch on the bench was still there, though. It was so embarrassing. But the thought of him with his rock-hard penis left there felt incredibly satisfying.
I didn't wear my bra anymore, so I took a taxi back to the hotel. As I was getting out, the taxi driver kept leering at my chest while collecting the fare. I looked down and saw how sexy I was—a deep cleavage and two prominent nipples. The driver's gaze was so intense, like he wanted to drag me away and rape me.
I quickly paid and got out. Back at the hotel, I was tired and went to sleep without showering. I slept soundly, not thinking about my awful husband or that tasteless Xiao Chen. [Recent rating record: ls1991lsok Gold coins +59 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!]

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