Aunt Dai

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(I) A Bickering Couple at Work We all call her "Aunt Dai." Although she's 51,
she's petite and delicate, with snow-white skin (though she's lost her youthful glow) and very few wrinkles.

She has short, ear-length hair with a few strands of silver. She's probably a little over 1.5 meters tall (a bit short),
but has a well-proportioned figure, an oval face, a straight nose, and beautiful eyes. She was a stunning woman in her youth.

She's outspoken and has a loud voice, but it's clear and pleasant. She loves to laugh loudly and is often amused by
funny things, laughing uncontrollably (at which point I really wanted to sleep with her). Because of her cheerful personality,
everyone in the workplace, young and old, enjoys joking with her.

Since I joined the company, especially in recent years, due to a transfer, I sit opposite her, so we spend a lot of time
together . She likes to chat with me about everyday things, and I unconsciously feel
that the distance between us has shortened. I also have a thing for older women, so I always feel uneasy.

In addition, she would occasionally reveal glimpses of her cleavage. For example, sometimes when she bent down to pick something up from the ground, her back to me would be facing
away, her buttocks sticking out high, round and tightly stretched by her pants. I really wanted to fuck her from behind. Moreover, Aunt Dai
always stretched after her afternoon nap, which made us little perverts in the workplace want to rape her
breasts, which were incredibly firm under her shirt and bra, with our eyes.

I thought, "I have no choice but to sleep with her!"

Here are a few anecdotes: I remember one summer, I came back from outside and knocked on the door. She was the only one inside.
She was sitting by the door and reluctantly bent down to open it. When I went in, I found that she had
rolled up her loose summer trousers to her thighs because it was hot. I will never forget that scene: her fair legs were
the whitest I had ever seen, as white and smooth as freshly peeled lotus roots, without any of the swelling and wrinkles of an old woman,
and so well-proportioned. At that moment, my penis immediately stood up, forcing me to sit down on a chair.

She had already pulled down her pants and was standing in front of the French windows drinking water when the bright light from outside pierced through her
thin summer clothes, revealing her beautiful body to me. The outline of her flesh was faintly visible under her clothes
, and I could see her white triangular panties and tank top-style bra. Her waist was gracefully curved, and her thighs were
alluring ...

I never expected that a woman would have a more hazy beauty through thin clothes than when she was naked, which aroused endless fantasies.

She made me masturbate using her as a reference point, and coupled with my growing weariness with my previous partner (a common problem
among men), I constantly fantasized about her, thinking, "If I could
spend a night with Aunt Dai, my life wouldn't have been in vain!"

One time, I finally saw her breasts. That day, she was binding something and needed my help. I was standing, while she
bent down to punch holes in the documents. Her collar was open, and when she bent down, half of her breast was exposed. Her bra was rather
traditional, without lace or the kind of lace found in erotic novels (novels are just novels after all), made of ordinary cotton. Because it was cotton, it wasn't as elastic as other materials, so the loose bra revealed most of
her breasts. As her breasts swayed from side to side, her brown nipples were faintly visible, and her cleavage smelled of milk (luckily, I was wearing a tucked-in shirt, which covered my sensitive areas, but my penis did n't return to its normal position until 10 minutes later). Whenever I had free time, I would always help her without hesitation, watching her little breasts jiggling with delight as I did so. Just when I was increasingly convinced that my "interest" in older women had become an insane obsession, Aunt Dai unexpectedly came into my view again, because that summer she repeatedly aroused my sexual desire. When the company organized vaccinations, by the time it was our turn, the small conference room was almost empty. The first few people had finished and gone back to work, and then it was our turn. The nurse at the vaccination station asked Aunt Dai to roll up her sleeves, but coincidentally, she was wearing long sleeves that day, and after a long struggle, she couldn't roll them up. Finally, the nurse told her to take off her clothes. What do you think was left after taking off her shirt? Just her bra ! I stood there, secretly delighted; now I was in for a good look. Besides, my leg had only recently been injured, and the splint was still on; they couldn't just kick me out. Aunt Dai, looking rather embarrassed, half-jokingly said to me, "Turn around quickly, or I'll hit you if you peek!" I saw a disdainful look on the face of the young nurse beside me, as if to say, "Who's looking at you? You're so old." I couldn't help but feel annoyed, thinking, "Look at yourself, you're as ugly as a pig. Aunt Dai may be old, but she's still much more attractive than you." Then a captivating scene unfolded. With the rustling sound of clothes falling, my gaze involuntarily turned to the source of the sound. "Ah, that's amazing!" I thought even the nude statues of Greece and Rome couldn't compare. I noticed that Aunt Dai, who wasn't usually very particular about her appearance, was quite fashionable today with her "armor belt"—two thin shoulder straps and buckles like a belt. But since her back was to me, I could only " scan . I could see her half-cup bra covering her breasts, which had only been tasted by two men so far (her husband and son). The elastic waistband of the fashionable trousers cinched her slender waist, revealing , instantly reminding me of Arabian belly dancing. From beneath her raised arm, I saw a tuft of black armpit hair—incredibly sexy! But before I could get my fill of looking, the injection was finished. Sigh! After we both returned to the office, my emotions remained unsettled. Several times I sought opportunities to get close to her, taking the chance to grope her to relieve my burning desire. Many times, I deliberately dropped my pen, then pretended to pick something up, crawling under the table to stare intently at the mysterious triangle between her legs. At noon, while she napped on a makeshift , I crept over, then knelt under her "bed," gently inhaling the scent of Aunt Dai's outstretched legs and delicate feet. Unable to contain his lust any longer, I unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and masturbated on Aunt Dai's milky-white high heels . Finally, I used toilet paper to evenly smear the semen I'd ejaculated on the leather of the high heels. (It's incredibly perverted!) I especially love women's high heels (I wonder if you have this fetish)! The opportunity finally came. I worked overtime all night, and after a long day, I was exhausted. After 1 a.m.,...

Many people left their documents and found a place to sleep. She was also a little tired, but she continued working. At this time, I
crushed a few sleeping pills that I had prepared beforehand and mixed them into the coconut milk. With a feeling of unease, I placed it in
the place closest to her (the coconut milk and biscuits were provided by the company).

After a while, she indeed took the box of coconut milk. Unexpectedly, after drinking it, she said it tasted a little bitter. I thought
, "Oh no, what if I drugged and raped her tonight? Tomorrow, she'll know that there was something wrong with last night's coconut milk, and if she investigates further,
wouldn't I be the prime suspect?"

At that moment, I thought, "Well, it's already like this, I can only take it one step at a time." Sure enough, the drug took effect after a while.
(Please strictly follow your doctor's instructions regarding dosage. I am not responsible for any deaths caused by excessive use of the drug.) She
slowly lost her strength and collapsed onto the desk, falling asleep. I gently called to her and nudged her, but she didn't respond. I looked
around; there weren't many people, and they were all asleep. This was a blind spot, so to ensure everything was safe, I dimmed the lights
and locked the door to our room.

Only then did I hurriedly sit down beside her, thinking: Aunt Dai, you never imagined that at 51
, you would lose your virginity, especially to a man a decade younger than you. (Her virginity was taken by her
husband , no need to think about it).

I mustered my courage and hugged her. Her body was soft. I then laid her flat on three folding chairs.
Still sleepy , she was unaware of what was about to happen. I looked her over carefully. Today she was wearing a silk
blouse with black polka dots and a pair of casual women's trousers. Her soft feet were covered with flesh-colored short stockings.
I couldn't help but reach out and caress her small, milky-white stiletto heels. The two-inch stiletto heel
slid in my palm...

Then I squatted down, took off one of her high heels, and rubbed my cheek against her stockings, kissing
her soft instep, sole, and toes with deep affection... savoring her scent... Then came her supple thighs. After
lifting her blouse, I was stunned by her alluring mature body. A pair of small but firm breasts
were tightly wrapped in a newly changed bra, revealing her white flesh in its entirety.

Thanks to her usual meticulous care, she maintained a good figure, with a slim waist, no excess fat, and a flat stomach. When I
pulled her pants down to her knees, I discovered that her lower body was enough to drive any healthy and strong man
crazy . Her slightly protruding belly aroused my intense desire. Her pubic hair was like a narrow strip of black velvet
draped over the area where her legs crossed. In the middle of the black fabric, her labia were slightly parted, like a clam shell, half-hidden behind a curtain
...

I tried licking her vulva with my tongue, just like in pornographic videos (I and the other one never did this
, she...). (Not really), and didn't find anything particularly delicious, just a bit fishy...

I couldn't resist any longer, and impulsively, I started licking her bra, bite by bite...

I unhooked her bra, and surprisingly, although her breasts weren't large, they weren't sagging. The small, dark
brown nipples stood softly atop her fair breasts. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed one breast, savoring it carefully
, while my other hand relentlessly grabbed, pinched, and pressed the other breast. Her nipple, like a ripe
grape rolled on my tongue, while the other breast was kneaded into various shapes.

I changed to a sideways position, tilting my head slightly back, moving back and forth, causing Aunt Dai's breasts to rise and fall
...

When my saliva covered her eyes, lips, neck, shoulders, breasts, waist, abdomen, and lower body, I
finally decided to violate her mature body.

To avoid waking her, I chose the "king striking the bell" position, where the woman lay on her back, and the man
half-squatted , lifting her legs with his hands, thrusting into her vagina from the front.

At this point, I was ready to go all out. I lifted her legs, and my already swollen penis was immediately drawn
to Aunt Dai's elastic labia, feeling the sexual call emanating from her vulva.
The stimulation was indescribable. I thought to myself, "Luckily, I haven't had sex for over two months. I've saved up my energy, and sure enough,
my glans is reacting much more strongly today."

Aunt Dai was, after all, a woman of a certain age. Her dark red labia clearly
showed the marks of time, and the sparse pubic hair was the result of her powerful husband's countless acts of ravaging. I couldn't help but
feel a pang of jealousy!

She lowered her head and spat a few times at the point where our genitals met as lubrication. At this moment, my glans was so stimulated by Aunt Dai's vulva that it was unbearably itchy
. So I took a deep breath and, with all my might, thrust in. My glans, like a cobra's head,
forcefully spread Aunt Dai's labia and the entire tip of my penis entered. I felt that her vagina was incredibly warm and
comfortable. It was just that there was not much lubrication and her vagina was not too tight, but it wasn't as loose as the rumors said.
It just did grip a man's penis very tightly. The union of yin and yang sent an unprecedented pleasure straight to my
head.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I held my penis inside Aunt Dai's vagina
for several minutes, slowly grinding against the walls of her vagina, experiencing the stimulation of the age gap. Then
I started thrusting in and out. At first, it was difficult for my penis to slide, mainly because she probably hadn't
had sex with her husband in a long time (she might have stopped having sex altogether), and also because she was older
and past her prime. Her vagina wasn't very wet...

I started sweating and quickened my pace, gradually becoming more vigorous, like a bellows, engaging in
the most primal, instinctive sexual intercourse with Aunt Dai. Gradually, I stopped caring about waking her. I felt my movements getting bigger and bigger, the chair
creaking . I was so excited, my whole body was trembling. A 51-year-old mature
woman I had long fantasized about was finally mine!

I thought to myself as I thrust. At that moment, I actually hoped Aunt Dai would suddenly wake up. Imagine if she woke up and
saw a young man on top of her naked body, she would definitely be filled with shame and indignation. But at this moment, she still kept her
eyes closed , and although the strong external stimulation could not wake her, she could only make rhythmic breathing
sounds in her throat, and her head twisted uncomfortably a few times...

Actually, I almost lost my stamina after less than 100 thrusts
, but fortunately I managed to hold back in time. I became more and more energetic, leaned forward as much as possible, and raised her shapely
legs, which lifted her up, making our genitals press tightly together. My penis went in even deeper, and I
could feel Aunt Dai's vagina contracting rhythmically deep inside, squeezing my glans, rubbing it in an itchy way, it was simply amazing.
Rhythmic gymnastics...

Sometimes I would deliberately stop and look down to admire the way we were connected (like a rolling pin being pushed into a
cracked clam shell)... My penis was covered in Aunt Dai's vaginal secretions, glistening...

As my penis went in and out, our vaginal secretions increased, and the liquid was
pounded . I could only feel my scrotum constantly slapping against Aunt Dai's vulva, and my
penis getting harder and harder.

Pushing my luck, I did what I saw in the video: hoisting Aunt Dai's legs onto my shoulders, grabbing her
ankles
both hands. Glancing sideways, I saw her vaginal opening fully exposed, her labia everted. Each time my strong penis thrust in, her labia contracted and entered her vagina; when I withdrew, they were pulled out.
This repeated again and again, Aunt Dai's labia helplessly flipping in and
out with the vigorous movements of my penis…

I twisted my waist, my penis rotating and rubbing against her vaginal walls, then I bent down and thrust forward,
feeling myself going even deeper, gripped by an unknown ring of flesh (later, I learned it might be her cervix).
I , then thrust again with all my might. Because I was so excited, my penis
slipped out of Aunt Dai's vagina several times, just as I was about to climax…

But then the phone rang in the other room! Can you believe it? Why would it ring at this hour?
There was no other way but to stop midway. So I frantically played with her body to arouse my desire to ejaculate. As
I touched her rustling stockings and high heels, watching her white, fleshy breasts sway back and forth with the rhythm of
my thrusts , as if playing a joyful melody, I finally couldn't hold back. But before I could
pull out my penis, my ejaculation came, and all the semen I had accumulated over two months shot inside her.

I had originally intended to ejaculate outside Aunt Dai's vagina, but I thought, "Oh no," and I couldn't care less. Instinctively,
I thrust my penis as far as possible into Aunt Dai's uterus. And so, the young man's long-accumulated semen mercilessly
assaulted the chaste vagina of a poor old woman.

After ejaculating, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt. (Because Aunt Dai had always been very
kind like an equal. In her eyes, I was a young man who hadn't fully matured. She often took care
of me, and I knew in my heart that those feelings were the affection of an elder for a younger person, but I had developed them into lust.) At that moment, she
never imagined that this man, more than 20 years younger than her, could so easily possess the body of such a
worldly woman. I had drugged and raped Aunt Dai, ruining her reputation in her later years.

But after I became limp and sober on top of her, I was filled with the primal pleasure of a man's possessive desire being satisfied.

While I was getting dressed, I looked Aunt Dai up and down, her almost completely naked body. Her upper body
was still covered by her clothes, but they were completely open, revealing her breasts. Her bra was pulled up to her shoulders,
exposing her slightly engorged and reddened breasts, which had just been violently assaulted, in a V-shape. Her crumpled trousers
lay at her feet, her triangular cotton panties hanging from her left ankle, her right leg dangling under the chair, her toes still twirling
high-heeled shoes. Her cute little feet were encased in delicate flesh-colored stockings, revealing the graceful curves of her insteps. Her thighs
seemed to be wide open without any restraint, and her vaginal opening, still not fully
closed , let out thick semen, proclaiming to the world that a young man
had successfully possessed a woman who had endured much hardship.

I brought my mouth to her breasts again, greedily sucking on her reddish-brown nipples, like a baby nursing.

My sticky saliva and faint teeth marks remained on her breasts, which had lost their smoothness and were slightly shriveled.
With a final, reluctant farewell, I kissed her lips, which never wore lipstick, and her pretty face. Then I pulled out
my penis rubbed it against Aunt Dai's soft soles. The stockings and high heels gleamed with the residual semen from my penis.

I whispered in her ear like a pervert, "Dai, we've had sex, we've consummated our marriage
..."

Then came the cleanup...

I wiped her vagina clean, like wiping water out of your ears after swimming (to avoid pregnancy, as sometimes older
women can become pregnant by accidental fertilization), and carefully wiped away the semen with toilet paper. Then I
hurriedly dressed her...

Finally, I changed her sleeping position, so that her legs were crossed and a crumpled
computer dust cover was bouncing under her buttocks.

That way, as long as she didn't urinate after waking up (because older women
often experience stinging pain when urinating the day after having sex with a sexually active person the night before, which would give her away), even if she felt discomfort in her lower body, she would assume it was
due to her sleeping position the night before.

Sure enough, after dawn, she just stretched wearily and took a few steps (I noticed she
rubbed her stomach). She then asked me, with a hint of suspicion, about how she fell asleep the night before and
what happened between me and my colleagues. I figured even if she suspected something, she could only suffer in silence.

Since having sex with Aunt Dai, I was still quite anxious for the first few days, always feeling that something was going
to happen . Maybe it was just my imagination, but I always felt her wary eyes were scanning me.

She seemed more distant from me than before, and when we met, she would only give a perfunctory nod. This made me
constantly recall the details of our lovemaking that night, wondering if I had made a mistake that made her aware of something.

I think women are generally very sensitive, and Aunt Dai probably did feel physically that she had lost her virginity that day.
One day at noon, she came to work wearing a purple silk cheongsam. The collarless cheongsam was quite form-fitting, and for the first time,
she was wearing silver-gray stockings, which made her look very sexy.

Her female colleagues crowded around her, chattering and asking questions, until she sat down and started
working . With the sound of Aunt Dai typing on the computer keyboard, my excitement grew; I desperately wanted to spy on her. So, when she
wasn't looking, I quietly moved her computer monitor slightly, blocking her view so I
could…

When she continued working, I immediately lowered my head. Good heavens, Aunt Dai was, as usual, with her legs crossed .
The slit in her cheongsam made me stare intently at her thighs, but I could only see the point where her legs met,
not her private parts.

One of her legs swayed leisurely up and down, her black patent leather stilettos occasionally slipping off,
revealing only her round, small heel. A few blue veins bulged under the stockings on the instep. Just then, I heard a thud from the chair…
The scream of someone mopping the floor made me realize I was staring directly into Aunt Dai's eyes under the table. I'd been caught.

She coldly told me, "I have something to ask you after work."

I thought, "This is going to be interesting." I finally made it to the end of the workday and nervously followed her into the empty meeting
room, closing the door behind us.

Aunt Dai went straight to the point, questioning me about what happened that night. Although I was somewhat prepared, I still couldn't meet
her cold gaze. I tried to deny it several times, but finally confessed. At first, she trembled slightly, but when
I stammered and stammered, her eyes were already glistening with tears, and she covered her chin with her right hand,
motionless .

I thought I had to plead for her quickly; women have the softest hearts. So, I knelt at her feet, hugged her legs
, and pretended to cry, admitting my mistake. She slapped me hard across the face, then began to sob softly,
threatening to report me. Of course I didn't believe her, but I kept pleading, lying that I didn't have
a girlfriend and had long since fallen for Aunt Dai, and that I had acted foolishly in a moment of confusion.

She spat and said I was talking nonsense, how could a 20-something like a 50-year-old woman?
I had no choice but to coax and persuade her for a long time before she gradually calmed down, her eyes still red. At her age, she probably
knew was too late to regret it now.

I secretly thought I could take this opportunity to rekindle our intimacy, so I boldly embraced Aunt Dai and begged her to have sex, but she just
wouldn't comply. I thought, "Damn it, you slut, I've already slept with you, what's one more time?"

So, I pushed her hands away and kissed her frantically. She cried and cursed, refusing to submit. I
shielded her from her frantic struggles, grabbed her, and pressed my lips against her parched mouth. She
fainted from the overwhelming excitement, slumped onto the conference table, no longer resisting. I calmly unbuttoned her clothes, lifted
her cheongsam , and then stripped naked myself, straddling her.

Her eyes remained vacant as she looked at me. I knew she was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
Yes, her husband hadn't given her any intimacy in a long time. Isn't life about enjoying it?
With youth fading, she hadn't yet experienced the full pleasures of love, still yearning for conquest and being conquered.

As I passionately suckled at Aunt Dai's breasts, her breathing quickened, and she grabbed
my hair from behind. I knew she was aroused, whether she liked it or not. I moved her breast back and forth in
my mouth , and her eyes gradually became glazed, her head swaying helplessly from side to side.

I withdrew my penis without restraint. The intense pleasure from this twisted love made the young man's penis incredibly
hard , throbbing with the accelerated blood circulation. My penis rubbed against Aunt Dai's pubic hair, and she finally
couldn't help but moan softly—the most beautiful music imaginable.

This woman, outwardly respectable, was completely different in this situation…

Taking advantage of her confusion and passion, I quietly parted her thighs and aimed my penis at her vagina. Aunt Dai
suddenly became alert, hooking her arms around my neck and lifting herself up, crying out, "No…"

In that instant, I saw the sorrowful expression on her face, a look of despair. Yes! For 30 years, no
man other than her husband had penetrated her vagina. I didn't give her a chance, coldly and
resolutely thrusting...

Aunt Dai let out a soft "humph," her body slumped down, a tear
slowly . I stopped: "Aunt Dai, you're really captivating. You don't know,
the mature allure of a woman your age is even more alluring..."

Aunt Dai lay there, her face full of shame, her eyes blurred with tears, her body twitching slightly. Her aging vagina,
slowly contracting, gripped my penis, as if silently weeping and accusing me.

I took a breath and began to thrust forcefully. At first, Aunt Dai couldn't believe her eyes. Had she done
the same thing last night? Had she lost her chastity, the most precious
thing ?

But it was precisely these actions that made her so ashamed that constantly aroused her desire, leading to repeated orgasms,
aroused again and again by this man 30 years her junior. From initially trying to suppress it, she gradually became passively cooperative,
and then actively adapted to the rhythm of the thrusting. At this crucial moment, I breathlessly
whispered in Aunt Dai's ear that we had consummated our marriage. Her face showed pain…

but it was too late to discern that; desire overcame all reason. Perhaps it was a "what's the use"
mentality at play, but Aunt Dai abruptly stopped, rolled over, and sat on top of me. My thick penis thrust back into her
vagina, and the intercourse entered its brutal phase.

Aunt Dai jumped up and down like a madwoman, shouting "Ah… Ah…"
When it was over, I withdrew my penis from Aunt Dai's vagina, and slick semen gushed onto her
lower abdomen …

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