My Story with the Boss Lady (Part Two)

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For those who haven't seen the first part, hurry up and review it. For those who have, let's continue. :) Some friends seem to want to know the proprietress's contact information. Let me explain: some things happened later, and the proprietress transferred the tobacco shop and went back to her hometown to take care of her children. It's not that I'm being selfish or unwilling to share. That was 3 years ago. I've lost several phones, and the number is long gone. Sorry, so don't bother looking for the small tobacco shop in Qibao anymore.
I've always said that Shanghai is a colorful world, full of all sorts of romantic stories. I never believed it. Until I actually experienced it, I became convinced that this busy city by day is decadent under the cover of night.
After having that thing with the tobacco shop proprietress, it started to feel quite erotic. That alluring scent, that soft body, and that damp dock—just thinking about it made me hard. Later, I got quite nervous because her man was involved in organized crime. Although he was just a hoodlum, he was still terrifying to an ordinary person like me, and I didn't want to have anything to do with him. Countless TV dramas tell us that once you're entangled with the devil, it never ends well. What if he finds out I slept with his woman? He'd tear me apart. Later, I started to feel indifferent. I have no money, no wife, what's there to be afraid of? Who isn't just a mortal being born of parents? If a fight breaks out, one stab and everyone bleeds. That's the good thing about humans—they can de-stress. Human fear comes from ignorance; when the situation becomes clear, there's endless resilience.
I still often go to buy cigarettes. At first, we were both a little awkward. Our eyes would meet in mid-air, and we'd quickly look away. Occasional skin-to-skin contact when paying for cigarettes would cause our hands to recoil as if electrocuted. Later, I'd chat with the shopkeeper whenever I had free time, just rambling. Gradually, I forgot about it. But I felt a deep sense of loss. Was this just the end for me? Would there be a next time? And the time after that? Lele is growing up slowly, and the shopkeeper always wants me to hold him. For a big guy, holding a baby is more tiring than shopping with a girlfriend. The landlady would always smile happily when she saw me holding Lele, her face radiating warmth. At those moments, I'd always break out in a cold sweat. "Am I going to become a freeloader?" I thought tragically. Having regained her figure, the landlady had ditched her bulky maternity clothes and put on her old pajamas, some of which were clearly semi-sensual. She never shied away from me, bending over whenever she felt like it, and openly lifting her clothes to breastfeed. Completely ignoring my fiery gaze and my erect penis's objections, she was so alluring, especially when I occasionally told a slightly risqué joke, which would always elicit a smile from her lips, followed by a glare from her captivating eyes. That one look of allure... I constantly had the urge to pounce on her and punish her on the spot. But without her permission, I couldn't force myself on her. That was a right reserved for the powerful, not me.
Life went on peacefully like this. During this time, I took on two apprentices. One was the younger brother of the landlady's friend, about to graduate from university, who was doing an internship. Although we hadn't formally become master and apprentice, we all tacitly acknowledged the master-apprentice relationship. He became my first disciple, a very humorous and witty young man, only a few years younger than me. We got along very well. His presence always brought laughter to the otherwise dull studio. Later, I took on a female apprentice, who actually only studied with me for three days before leaving. But that didn't stop something from happening between us. I'll elaborate on that in a future post.
The once calm lake was rippled again by a phone call. That day, I was surfing the internet at an internet cafe on Lianhang Road. The owner's phone rang, quite suddenly. I always went to buy cigarettes during the day and never met or contacted her at night. The sudden call made me uneasy. I answered the phone, and a weak, sobbing voice came from the other end: "Are you working overtime tonight?" "No, what's wrong?" "Can you come out and talk to me?" "Um, okay, to your shop?" "No, let's meet at the supermarket entrance downstairs from the internet cafe on Lianhang Road."
A short while later, I waited for her downstairs. Her eyes were red from crying, and she looked very haggard. Seeing her so worn out, my heart ached as if it had been ripped apart. The proprietress had dressed up a bit before going out; instead of her signature pajamas, she wore white hot pants and a tank top. I think that's what she'd call her, though; I've never bought clothes for my girlfriend before, so I'm not sure. We walked side by side for a few meters and sat down in a dark corner by the roadside. "My dad's here..." she suddenly blurted out after sitting for a while. "Oh, the old man must like the child very much, right?" I casually replied. "Yes, but he doesn't want us, mother and daughter." Her slightly heaving chest became violent. I knew she was about to express her grievances, and speaking up at this moment wouldn't be a wise choice. "I carried the baby for ten months, and went through the hardship of giving birth. No one took care of me during that time. You know my husband; he's always out eating, drinking, and having fun. He definitely has other women, you know? When he found out I was pregnant, he told me to abort the baby… My parents didn't know I was pregnant at first; I only told them a few days ago. My dad came today. He initially liked the baby and held her the whole time. But I said I wanted to go home for a while to take care of the baby, and he wouldn't agree. He doesn't want my daughter and me to go home. I begged him; I even knelt down before him, but he still wouldn't agree. He said he'd pretend he doesn't have a daughter like me… Waaah…" The landlady sobbed, throwing herself into my arms. “I’m a woman without a home now. My husband is never around, my parents don’t want me anymore, what am I going to do? What did I do wrong in my past life?” “I started working when I was a young girl, I’ve worked in all sorts of factories, then I worked in a bar, where I met many rich and powerful men. They held my hand and wouldn’t let go. My hands were so soft back then, but I didn’t choose any of them, I chose this poor man. I didn’t care at all about his poverty. I thought I could make him come back. I thought we could work hard to create wealth, but now this man is probably with some other woman. I’ve worked so hard for him, running the shop, taking care of the housework, my hands are calloused. But I can’t keep his heart, or even his body…” The proprietress kept talking like that, I didn’t know if she was talking to me or to herself. I gently patted her back to ease her chest tightness from sobbing. After she finished speaking and calmed down a bit, I started to persuade her to go home and talk to her father again. Blood is thicker than water, I didn’t think he would so easily reject her out of the family. The old man is stubborn, he needs to be persuaded slowly. Older people love children; you should use that to slowly break down your parents' defenses. It's getting late, go home. "I'm not going home. I feel homeless. At least tonight." "Then where are you staying tonight? Not at my place, right? I'm staying in a dormitory. Eight men in one room. If you can handle it, I don't mind." I said mischievously. The landlady didn't hesitate to roll her eyes. Turning my head, I looked at the more prominent sign above the internet cafe on the second floor (XX Hotel).
Finally, I booked a standard room. After entering, she went to the bathroom to shower. I looked around, turned on the TV, and a little while later, the landlady came out wrapped in a bath towel. I glanced at her but didn't react. I often saw her in sexy pajamas, so seeing her so covered up suddenly felt like she was wearing a down jacket—I felt nothing. I hadn't showered for several days anyway, so I decided to take a shower before going back. Entering the bathroom, her clothes were on the counter. A tiny pink pair of panties stood out conspicuously. I resisted the perverted urge to pick them up and smell them, and turned on the tap. The lingering fragrance of her recent shower filled the air. A surge of desire burned within me. I quickly washed myself, put my clothes back on, and came out to find the lights dimmed, creating a hazy atmosphere. She was already in bed, her eyes shining as she watched the TV screen. I could vaguely see the wet bath towel tossed on the other bed. The thought of her naked body under the covers sent a shiver down my spine. She'd been crying all night; she must be exhausted. I should leave early and let her rest. That thought flashed through my mind. "Um, you should rest early. I'm going back to my dorm..." Seeing she didn't seem to react, I turned around and paused. Still no movement, so I started walking towards the door. As my hand gripped the cold handle, ready to turn it, a fragrant breeze wafted from behind, and then a soft body tightly embraced me from behind. Two electric currents traveled through my nipples to the nerves in my back and then to my brain. I reflexively released my right hand from the metal handle, afraid of conducting electricity. "Don't go, stay with me." She rested her head on my back and whispered. "Go? Don't go?" As a man, I quickly made a decision in this situation. I turned around, put my arm around her shoulder, and pressed her against the door. The door slammed shut with a thud. It sounded a bit like a boxing match; the bell rang, signaling the start of the fight. It was like the starting gun on a track, a wild horse galloping forward. From the very beginning, I set the tone for this competition: intense. Fierce. I pressed down on her with a wet kiss, my hands wildly kneading her breasts into various shapes. The seemingly delicate landlady, at this moment, would either submit or retaliate even more fiercely; the strong-willed woman chose violence against violence. She almost tore off my clothes, and I was completely unaware. When I regained my senses from her soft tongue, I was completely naked. What a gentle trap. I picked her up by the waist, threw her horizontally onto the bed, and before she could even steady herself, I pounced on her. From her hair, forehead, nose, ears, chin, and neck, I kissed her all the way down, each kiss causing her body to tremble slightly. My tongue was like a ball of fire, igniting the desire within her body. The landlady began to moan softly. When my tongue touched that shy little bud below, she let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Then she took a deep breath, her whole body tensing up. She squeezed her legs tightly together. I knew that if I didn't act now, I would be the first person to be crushed between a woman's legs. I licked the bud. One hand freed up to caress her vulva, distracting her. Gradually, her legs loosened their grip, and beautiful moans filled the room. With each up-and-down movement of my tongue, her hips and waist moved slightly up and down. Streams of heat flowed out. I licked it; it had a strange taste, not the sweet taste I had read about in books, but it matched the description of my college classmate—it tasted like a pulse. My tongue abandoned its invasion of the bud and moved to the narrow passage. My hand took over the tongue's work, continuing to ravage the bud. With each in-and-out movement of my tongue, more fluid was drawn out. I tasted it, making slurping sounds, as if it were the most delicious food in the world. After repeated thrusting, a small damp patch appeared on the sheet. She twisted her waist violently, trying to escape my clutches. I held her waist firmly with both hands, my mouth pressed tightly against hers, refusing to let them separate. Suddenly, the landlady grabbed my hair and pressed it against herself forcefully. I couldn't dodge in time, my nose was blocked, and I could only breathe through my mouth. Breaths of hot air sprayed onto her body, and she trembled violently a few times before going limp, releasing her grip on my hair. I couldn't help but sigh at how wonderful it felt to breathe through my nose again. I straightened up, looking at the limp landlady, her face flushed, her eyes closed, but her eyelashes fluttering incessantly. Her legs were wide open, and the alluring, moist grove exuded an irresistible aura. I picked up my long-deformed penis and together we explored the allure of the Amazon. Feeling her lower body like a small mouth, opening and closing, sucking like a baby, my frequency increased. The temperature in the room rose steadily. Gradually recovering, she didn't want to just lie there and be manipulated. She forcefully pushed me down, swaying as she straddled me, straightened my penis, and sat down abruptly, riding me like a horse. I was tired anyway, so I let him gallop. I held her waist with both hands, applying slight pressure to control her movements. After all, this was a dangerous move; if the movement was too large and she sat crookedly, she might break a bone. I tragically fantasized...
Finally, when the position changed to rear entry, I collapsed. This position was too wonderful. At the last moment, I pulled out my penis, which mischievously sprayed the landlady's buttocks with saliva. After resting for a while, we went into the bathroom together, and after washing, we lay down on the bed to rest. Looking at the beauty beside me, and then at the time, the landlady had been out for two hours... “You should go home now. Even if you don’t want to go home and face your dad, Lele is still in the shop. What if she’s hungry?” I asked with concern. “I just fed her before I left. She won’t wake up for at least two or three hours,” the shop owner said, a smile appearing on her face as she thought of Lele. “You’ve been out for over two hours.” “Huh? That long? It feels like only an hour.” “…Maybe your time passes a little slower than normal. So I guess you’re not 26 this year, you’re probably around 13…” I joked. This earned me a flurry of punches from the shop owner. “It’s okay, Lele has Grandpa if she cries. There’s formula at home.” “How can a grown man take care of a child? Besides, he probably doesn’t even know the ratio of formula to water, or the water temperature. And Lele is so small, breast milk is better for her.” “Where are the breasts? You drank them all…” “…I only drank one, okay? There’s still one left…” Another flurry of punches followed.
Finally, I saw the shop owner's wife to the intersection, watching her walk into the small tobacco shop from afar before turning back to my factory dormitory.
Whew. That concludes the second part of my story with the tobacco shop owner's wife; I was interrupted twice. The boss needed to talk to me. Thankfully, I finished writing it. This part describes the lovemaking details in slightly more detail than the first one; I hope it doesn't violate any rules. The story with the shop owner's wife isn't over yet. Also, the female apprentice mentioned in this story will be the subject of a separate thread after this entire story concludes. Please stay tuned. Criticism and guidance are welcome.

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